Emily grasped her cousin's arm. "Come, come away!" she whispered. "I--I
believe I'm going to faint."
Mrs. Barnes did not wait to be urged. She put her arm about the young
lady's waist and together they tiptoed back to Thankful's bedroom.
There, Mrs. Barnes's first move was to light the lamp, the second to
close and lock the door. Then the pair sat down, one upon the bed and
the other on a chair, and gazed into each other's pale faces.
Emily was the first to speak.
"I--I don't believe it!" she declared, shakily. "I KNOW it isn't real!"
"So--so do I."
"But--but we heard it. We both heard it."
"Well--well, I give in I--I heard somethin', somethin' that. . . . My
soul! Am I goin' CRAZY to finish off this night with?"
"I don't know. If you are, then I must be going with you. What can it
be, Auntie?"
"I don't know."
"There is no other door to that room, is there?"
"No."
"Then what CAN it be?"
"I don't know. Imogene's in her own room; I looked in and saw her when
I took Jedediah up attic. And Georgie's in his with the door locked.
And you and I are here. There can't be a livin' soul in that room with
Solomon, not a livin' soul."
"But we heard--we both heard--"
"I know; I know. And I heard somethin' there before. And so did Miss
Timpson. Emily, did--did you hear him call--call it 'Abner'?"
"Yes," with a shudder. "I heard. Who could help hearing!"
"And Cap'n Abner was my uncle; and he used to live here. . . . There!"
with sudden determination.
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