"Yes, it is rather interesting——"
"Oh, Elmer, it's pitch dark."
"Never mind. Stand perfectly still and watch the wall. There—there's the spot of light. Now I'll run in the positive."
A round spot of white light fell on the unpapered wall, and then two dusky shadows slid over it, vague, obscure, and gigantic.
"There are your people. Now I'll adjust the focus. There—look."
A heavy sob startled him.
"Oh! It's that hateful Alice Green!"
Elmer opened the door of the lantern, and the light streamed full upon Alma. She was bathed in tears, and her shoulders, visible through her light summer dress, shook with sobs.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing! Oh, it's—nothing—let me—go——"