Five minutes later she asked, good-naturedly, "What are you looking at?" Mary did not answer. "Didn't you hear what I said? What's going on out there?" Calista repeated.
"You said I shouldn't say it," the child whispered.
"Say what?"
"When I see the lady."
"Where do you see her?"
"Coming out of the orchard."
Certain old stories returning to Calista's mind made her look at Mary for a minute as though the child had manifested strange powers. She went to the window and her thimble clicked on the sill as she leaned forward; then she touched her cheek. "Do you feel good?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
She looked out again. "I want you to know for sure that no one is there," she said, earnestly. "Now tell me: do you see a lady?"