mechanically--a spy, peering in through the French windows, would
have deemed her the picture of calm. But she had never felt less
calm in all the long years of her life.

She wouldn't ring for Lizzie to come and sit with her, she simply
wouldn't. But she was very glad, nevertheless, when Lizzie appeared
at the door.

"Miss Neily."

"Yes, Lizzie?" Miss Cornelia's voice was composed but her heart
felt a throb of relief.

"Can I--can I sit in here with you, Miss Neily, just a minute?"
Lizzie's voice was plaintive. "I've been sitting out in the kitchen
watching that Jap read his funny newspaper the wrong way and
listening for ghosts till I'm nearly crazy!"

"Why, certainly, Lizzie," said Miss Cornelia primly. "Though," she
added doubtfully, "I really shouldn't pamper your absurd fears, I
suppose, but--"

"Oh, please, Miss Neily!"

"Very well," said Miss Cornelia brightly. "You can sit here, Lizzie
--and help me work the ouija-board. That will take your mind off
listening for things!"

Lizzie groaned. "You know I'd rather be shot than touch that uncanny
ouijie!" she said dolefully. "It gives me the creeps every time I