I saw Mr. Lloyd smile and frown at the same time.
“Ghost! What, you are a baby after all! You are afraid of ghosts?”
“Of Mr. Reed’s ghost I am: he died in that room, and was laid out there. Neither Bessie nor any one else will go into it at night, if they can help it; and it was cruel to shut me up alone without a candle, — so cruel that I think I shall never forget it.”
“Nonsense!
And is it that makes you so miserable? Are you afraid now in daylight?”
“No: but night will come again before long: and besides, — I am unhappy, — very unhappy, for other things.”
“What other things? Can you tell me some of them?”