Her eyes were closed, her jaws were dropped, her
spectacles hung in front of her mouth, her gray hair straggled over
her eyes, and her skin was of a soapy whiteness.
She paid no attention to the crowd of people in the room. Evidently
she was frightened out of her senses. Every moment she emitted a
doleful wail. As we stood gazing at her, and before we had time to
speak to her, she seemed to be seized by an upheaving spasm, the
influence of which was so great that she actually rose in the air, and
as she did so her wail intensified itself into a shriek, and as she
came down again with a sudden thump all the breath in her body seemed
to be bounced out in a gasp of woe.
"It's Susan McKenna!" exclaimed Walter. "What in the world is the
matter with her? Miss Susan, are you hurt?"
She made no answer, but again she rose, again she gave vent to a wild
wail, and again she came down with a thump.
Percy was now on his knees near the bed. "It's the bear!" he cried.
"He's under there, and he's humping himself!"
"Sacking bottom!" cried the practical Genevieve "There isn't room
enough for him!"
Stooping down I saw the bear under the bed, now crowding himself back
as far as possible into a corner.
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