"There's--somebody else--hanging out clothes--in the vacant lot,"
she gasped, and clutched at a chair for support.
"Who?" cried Mrs. Townsend, rousing to indignation, for already she
had assumed a proprietorship in the vacant lot. "Is it the folks
in the next house? I'd like to know what right they have! We are
next to that vacant lot."
"I--dunno--who it is," gasped Cordelia. "Why, we've seen that girl
next door go to mass every morning," said Mrs. Townsend. "She's
got a fiery red head. Seems as if you might know her by this time,
Cordelia."
"It ain't that girl," gasped Cordelia. Then she added in a horror-
stricken voice, "I couldn't see who 'twas."
They all stared.
"Why couldn't you see?" demanded her mistress. "Are you struck
blind?"
"No, ma'am."
"Then why couldn't you see?"
"All I could see was--" Cordelia hesitated, with an expression of
the utmost horror.
"Go on," said Mrs. Townsend, impatiently.
"All I could see was the shadow of somebody, very slim, hanging out
the clothes, and--"
"What?"
"I could see the shadows of the things flappin' on their line."
"You couldn't see the clothes?"
"Only the shadow on the ground.
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