"I have looked into every corner."
"And there is no one there?"
"No one. Would you mind, mamma, sleeping with me to-night? I am so frightened. Do you think it can be a ghost?"
"Ghost? Fiddlesticks!"
I made some excuse to my husband and spent the night in Bessie's room. There was no disturbance that night of any sort, and although my daughter was excited and unable to sleep till long after midnight, she did fall into refreshing slumber at last, and in the morning said to me: "Mamma, I think I must have fancied that I saw something in the glass. I dare say my nerves were over-wrought."
I was greatly relieved to hear this, and I arrived at much the same conclusion as did Bessie, but was again bewildered, and my mind unsettled by Jane, who came to me just before lunch, when I was alone, and said—
"Please, ma'am, it's only fair to say, but it's not Miss Bessie."
"What is not Miss Bessie? I mean, who is not Miss Bessie?"
"Her as is spying on me."
"I told you it could not be she. Who is it?"