IT WAS
NOT THERE!
Amanda Gill went feebly out of the closet and looked at the easy
chair again. The purple gown was not there! She looked wildly
around the room. She went down on her trembling knees and peered
under the bed, she opened the bureau drawers, she looked again in
the closet. Then she stood in the middle of the floor and fairly
wrung her hands.
"What does it mean?" she said in a shocked whisper.
She had certainly seen that loose purple gown of her dead Aunt
Harriet's.
There is a limit at which self-refutation must stop in any sane
person. Amanda Gill had reached it. She knew that she had seen
that purple gown in that closet; she knew that she had removed it
and put it on the easy chair. She also knew that she had not taken
it out of the room. She felt a curious sense of being inverted
mentally. It was as if all her traditions and laws of life were on
their heads. Never in her simple record had any garment not
remained where she had placed it unless removed by some palpable
human agency.
Then the thought occurred to her that possibly her sister Sophia
might have entered the room unobserved while her back was turned
and removed the dress.
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