"Rita, Rita!—what in the world is wrong?"
"Oh, George,—I,—I saw Joe's face at the window. I never saw him look so angry before," she whispered nervously.
I laughed.
"Why!—you foolish little woman, I looked over there almost as soon as you did, but I saw no one."
"But he was there, I tell you," she repeated.
I rose to go to the door.
"No, no!" she cried. "Don't go."
But I went, nevertheless, throwing the door wide open and getting a gust of wind and rain in my face as I peered out into the night.
I closed the door again and came back to Rita.
"Why! silly little girl, you must have dreamed it. There is no one there."