it got younger. For a moment it was both the children’s, and then it got older. For a moment it was a strange face, and then it was all the faces.”
“And then it was gone?”
“Yes; and then it was gone.”
“Where were you then, old lady?”
“Here, at the chest. Well; I got the better of it, and went on sorting, and went on singing to myself. ‘Lor!’ I says, ‘I’ll think of something else—something comfortable—and put it out of my head.’ So I thought of the new house and Miss Bella Wilfer, and was thinking at a great rate with that sheet there in my hand, when all of a sudden, the faces seemed to be hidden in among the folds of it and I let it drop.”