I wouldn't be a mite
afraid to sleep in that room; I'd rather have it than the one I've
got. If I was afraid to sleep in a room where a good woman died, I
wouldn't tell of it. If I saw things or heard things I'd think the
fault must be with my own guilty conscience." Then she turned to
Miss Stark. "Any time you feel timid in that room I'm ready and
willing to change with you," said she.
"Thank you; I have no desire to change. I am perfectly satisfied
with my room," replied Miss Stark with freezing dignity, which was
thrown away upon the widow.
"Well," said she, "any time, if you should feel timid, you know
what to do. I've got a real nice room; it faces east and gets the
morning sun, but it isn't so nice as yours, according to my way of
thinking. I'd rather take my chances any day in a room anybody had
died in than in one that was hot in summer. I'm more afraid of a
sunstroke than of spooks, for my part."
Miss Sophia Gill, who had not spoken one word, but whose mouth had
become more and more rigidly compressed, suddenly rose from the
table, forcing the minister to leave a little pudding, at which he
glanced regretfully.
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