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Page 41
"Afraid of what? I should think you'd hang your head. No; you go
right in there and do what I tell you."
Pretty soon Flora came running into the sitting-room where Sophia
was, as pale as death, and in her hand she held a queer, old-
fashioned frilled nightcap.
"What's that?" demanded Sophia.
"I found it under the pillow."
"What pillow?"
"In the southwest room."
Sophia took it and looked at it sternly.
"It's Great-aunt Harriet's," said Flora faintly.
"You run down street and do that errand at the grocer's for me and
I'll see that room," said Sophia with dignity. She carried the
nightcap away and put it in the trunk in the garret where she had
supposed it stored with the rest of the dead woman's belongings.
Then she went into the southwest chamber and made the bed and
assisted Mrs. Simmons to move, and there was no further incident.
The widow was openly triumphant over her new room. She talked a
deal about it at the dinner-table.
"It is the best room in the house, and I expect you all to be
envious of me," said she.
"And you are sure you don't feel afraid of ghosts?" said the
librarian.
"Ghosts!" repeated the widow with scorn. "If a ghost comes I'll
send her over to you. You are just across the hall from the
southwest room."
"You needn't," returned Eliza Lippincott with a shudder. "I
wouldn't sleep in that room, after--" she checked herself with an
eye on the minister.
"After what?" asked the widow.
"Nothing," replied Eliza Lippincott in an embarrassed fashion.
"I trust Miss Lippincott has too good sense and too great faith to
believe in anything of that sort," said the minister.
"I trust so, too," replied Eliza hurriedly.
"You did see or hear something--now what was it, I want to know?"
said the widow that evening when they were alone in the parlour.
The minister had gone to make a call.
Eliza hesitated.
"What was it?" insisted the widow.
"Well," said Eliza hesitatingly, "if you'll promise not to tell."
"Yes, I promise; what was it?"
"Well, one day last week, just before the school-teacher came, I
went in that room to see if there were any clouds. I wanted to
wear my gray dress, and I was afraid it was going to rain, so I
wanted to look at the sky at all points, so I went in there, and--"
"And what?"
"Well, you know that chintz over the bed, and the valance, and the
easy chair; what pattern should you say it was?"
"Why, peacocks on a blue ground. Good land, I shouldn't think any
one who had ever seen that would forget it."
"Peacocks on a blue ground, you are sure?"
"Of course I am. Why?"
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