She even, since
she sat next to her, nudged her familiarly in her rigid black silk
side.
"What room are you in, Miss Stark?" said she.
"I am at a loss how to designate the room," replied Miss Stark
stiffly.
"Is it the big southwest room?"
"It evidently faces in that direction," said Miss Stark.
The librarian, whose name was Eliza Lippincott, turned abruptly to
Miss Amanda Gill, over whose delicate face a curious colour
compounded of flush and pallour was stealing.
"What room did your aunt die in, Miss Amanda?" asked she abruptly.
Amanda cast a terrified glance at her sister, who was serving a
second plate of pudding for the minister.
"That room," she replied feebly.
"That's what I thought," said the librarian with a certain triumph.
"I calculated that must be the room she died in, for it's the best
room in the house, and you haven't put anybody in it before.
Somehow the room that anybody has died in lately is generally the
last room that anybody is put in. I suppose YOU are so strong-
minded you don't object to sleeping in a room where anybody died a
few weeks ago?" she inquired of Louisa Stark with sharp eyes on her
face.
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