"He's got a fire," said Stephen; "look at the smoke coming up out of the chimney."
"And he's got a lamp, too," said Audrey. "Look, you can see it through the crack in this shutter."
"THERE'S SOME ONE SITTING IN THE WINDOW!" HE SAID.
"Listen—" said Stephen. "What is he doing?"
The sound of hammering came again and again from the room, the window of which looked into the churchyard.
"He's putting up his pictures," said Audrey. "How pretty it will look in the morning!"
There was, however, no time for her to peep at it before school; but when she came home at twelve o'clock, she found Stephen full of excitement.
"There's some one sitting in the window, and I can't make out who it is," he said. "I can see something white, and it moves, but it isn't the old man's head; it's too white for that."
"Why don't you go and look?" said Audrey.