"What's that?" demanded Sophia.
"I found it under the pillow."
"What pillow?"
"In the southwest room."
Sophia took it and looked at it sternly.
"It's Great-aunt Harriet's," said Flora faintly.
"You run down street and do that errand at the grocer's for me and
I'll see that room," said Sophia with dignity. She carried the
nightcap away and put it in the trunk in the garret where she had
supposed it stored with the rest of the dead woman's belongings.
Then she went into the southwest chamber and made the bed and
assisted Mrs. Simmons to move, and there was no further incident.
The widow was openly triumphant over her new room. She talked a
deal about it at the dinner-table.
"It is the best room in the house, and I expect you all to be
envious of me," said she.
"And you are sure you don't feel afraid of ghosts?" said the
librarian.
"Ghosts!" repeated the widow with scorn. "If a ghost comes I'll
send her over to you. You are just across the hall from the
southwest room."
"You needn't," returned Eliza Lippincott with a shudder. "I
wouldn't sleep in that room, after--" she checked herself with an
eye on the minister.
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