I was too drowsy to be timid. I turned the handle and opened the door far enough to insert my round tow head.
The room was unutterably still. A pale bluish light filtered through the long white curtains. The ghostly bed awaited its occupant. The door of a tall wardrobe stood open—did something stir inside? I withdrew my head and closed the door. Now I remembered that the room had smelled of black kid gloves. I shuddered.
"You were afraid!" jeered Angel.
"Not I. It was nothing to do."
But when we were safe in bed and Mary Ellen had come and put out our light, I lay a-thinking of the empty room. Strange, when people went away and left you, how Something stayed behind! A shadowy, wistful something, that smelled of kid gloves!
We slept till ten next morning. Mary Ellen superintended our baths. We were in a state to behold, she said, and she was apprehensive lest Mrs. Handsomebody should observe my swollen nose, for the big boy's fist had somewhat enlarged that unobtrusive feature.
"Jist say ye've a bit of feverish cold if she remarks it," she cautioned, "people often swells up wid colds."
We ate our bread and strawberry jam and milk from one end of the dining table. We heaped
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