history papers and you could do my sums."

She started, but all she said was:

"This would be a good place to learn history. Now I must be going.
Don't forget to give the note. I shall have to say that I waited a
long while before I found anyone. Goodbye, Godfrey."

"Goodbye, Isobel," he answered, but she was gone.

"I hope he did dream that it was his mother who kissed him," Isobel
reflected to herself, for now the full enormity of her performance
came home to her. Young as she was, a mere child with no knowledge of
the great animating forces of life and of the mysteries behind them,
she wondered why she had done this thing; what it was that forced her
to do it. For she knew well that something had forced her, something
outside of herself, as she understood herself. It was as though
another entity that was in her and yet not herself had taken
possession of her and made her act as uninfluenced, she never would
have acted. Thus she pondered in her calm fashion, then, being able to
make nothing of the business, shrugged her shoulders and let it go by.
After all it mattered nothing since Godfrey had dreamed that the ghost
of his mother had visited him and would not suspect her of being that
ghost, and she was certain that never would she do such a thing again.
The trouble was that she had done it once and that the deed signified
some change in her which her childish mind could not understand.

On reaching the Hall, or rather shortly afterwards, she saw her father
who was waiting for the carriage in which to go to the station to meet
some particularly important week-end guest. He asked if she had