It took all
her resolution to enter the room, but nothing unusual happened
while she was there. She hastened back to her old chamber, dressed
herself and went down to breakfast with an imperturbable face. Her
colour had not faded. When asked by Eliza Lippincott how she had
slept, she replied with an appearance of calmness which was
bewildering that she had not slept very well. She never did sleep
very well in a new bed, and she thought she would go back to her
old room.
Eliza Lippincott was not deceived, however, neither were the Gill
sisters, nor the young girl, Flora. Eliza Lippineott spoke out
bluntly.
"You needn't talk to me about sleeping well," said she. "I know
something queer happened in that room last night by the way you
act."
They all looked at Mrs. Simmons, inquiringly--the librarian with
malicious curiosity and triumph, the minister with sad incredulity,
Sophia Gill with fear and indignation, Amanda and the young girl
with unmixed terror. The widow bore herself with dignity.
"I saw nothing nor heard nothing which I trust could not have been
accounted for in some rational manner," said she.
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