Why?"
"Only when I went in there that afternoon it was not peacocks on a
blue ground; it was great red roses on a yellow ground."
"Why, what do you mean?"
"What I say."
"Did Miss Sophia have it changed?"
"No. I went in there again an hour later and the peacocks were
there."
"You didn't see straight the first time."
"I expected you would say that."
"The peacocks are there now; I saw them just now."
"Yes, I suppose so; I suppose they flew back."
"But they couldn't."
"Looks as if they did."
"Why, how could such a thing be? It couldn't be."
"Well, all I know is those peacocks were gone for an hour that
afternoon and the red roses on the yellow ground were there
instead."
The widow stared at her a moment, then she began to laugh rather
hysterically.
"Well," said she, "I guess I sha'n't give up my nice room for any
such tomfoolery as that. I guess I would just as soon have red
roses on a yellow ground as peacocks on a blue; but there's no use
talking, you couldn't have seen straight. How could such a thing
have happened?"
"I don't know," said Eliza Lippincott; "but I know I wouldn't sleep
in that room if you'd give me a thousand dollars.
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