Her
downright sensible face was puzzled and angry.
"'So you see the little ones must have been tormented by that old
wretch, whoever she is. They didn't dream it, father, as you thought.
Wouldn't I like to punish her!'"
"What a brave girl!" cried Mrs. Marchmont.
"Brave? Oh, Charlotte's as bold as a lion! She went back to bed; and
when we followed her, in a couple of hours, she was sleeping soundly.
But I can't say either of _us_ slept so well. If a trick was being
played upon us, it was carried out in so clever a manner as to baffle me
completely. I need not say that I made careful search of every cranny
about the handsome house and offices; and if there was a secret passage
or a door in the wall anywhere, it escaped me. We had peace for a
fortnight, and then the annoyance recommenced.
"Angela's nerve was shaken at last, and she began to whisper, 'There are
more things in heaven and earth, Horatio'--"
"John, you are making a story!" interrupted Mrs. Henniker.
"It is every word true. I am coming to an end. Angela, in spite of her
disclaimer, _did_ believe in a ghost in a black bonnet.
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