“What is, my dear?”
“Noddy, the faces of the old man and the two children are all over the house tonight.”
“My dear?” exclaimed Mr. Boffin. But not without a certain uncomfortable sensation gliding down his back.
“I know it must sound foolish, and yet it is so.”
“Where did you think you saw them?”
“I don’t know that I think I saw them anywhere. I felt them.”
“Touched them?”
“No. Felt them in the air. I was sorting those things on the chest, and not thinking of the old man or the children, but singing to myself, when all in a moment I felt there was a face growing out of the dark.”
“What face?” asked her husband, looking about him.
“For a moment it was the old man’s, and then