I can’t say I was scared. I just felt speechless.
When they had looked a little bit, both of them came in at that window—just floated in—and stood in mid-air.
Betsy was resting easier, and it seemed they didn’t wish to wake her.
“There lay Mrs. Gaskins.”
I could see more of the little girl than before. Both their faces were bright, and the lower down you looked the dimmer they got, till they became colorless. I thought I could see their feet, as clear as glass.
Well, after they had rested there in the air a few seconds the little girl took her arm from around the old man, and they both settled down beside the old woman, one on one side of the bed, the other on the other side, and they each stroked her hair back with their hands.
Pretty soon Betsy opened her eyes, and looked up, happy like, first at one, then at the other; then she stretched out her arms, and they both laid their faces down beside hers, one on one side and one on the other.
She seemed to rest easier then, only her breathing was slower and each time farther apart. Pretty soon I saw a mist or something gathering over her between the old man and the little girl. I watched it, and it kept growing brighter and brighter, till I could see the form of a woman; then I could see that it appeared alive and looked like Mrs. Gaskins, only happier. Mrs. Gaskins began to suffer now, and was getting her breath hard.
