"
"What kind of clothes were they?"
"Queer," replied Cordelia, with a shudder.
"If I didn't know you so well, I should think you had been
drinking," said Mrs. Townsend. "Now, Cordelia Battles, I'm going
out in that vacant lot and see myself what you're talking about."
"I can't go," gasped the woman.
With that Mrs. Townsend and all the others, except Adrianna, who
remained to tremble with the maid, sallied forth into the vacant
lot. They had to go out the area gate into the street to reach it.
It was nothing unusual in the way of vacant lots. One large poplar
tree, the relic of the old forest which had once flourished there,
twinkled in one corner; for the rest, it was overgrown with coarse
weeds and a few dusty flowers. The Townsends stood just inside the
rude board fence which divided the lot from the street and stared
with wonder and horror, for Cordelia had told the truth. They all
saw what she had described--the shadow of an exceedingly slim woman
moving along the ground with up-stretched arms, the shadows of
strange, nondescript garments flapping from a shadowy line, but
when they looked up for the substance of the shadows nothing was to
be seen except the clear, blue October air.
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