Hepzibah were coming, with her ordinary tiptoe movement, to admit her.

But so dead a silence ensued upon this imaginary sound, that she began to question whether she might not have mistaken the house, familiar as she thought herself with its exterior.

Her notice was now attracted by a child’s voice, at some distance. It appeared to call her name. Looking in the direction whence it proceeded, Phoebe saw little Ned Higgins, a good way down the street, stamping, shaking his head violently, making deprecatory gestures with both hands, and shouting to her at mouth-wide screech.

“No, no, Phoebe!” he screamed. “Don’t you go in! There’s something wicked there! Don’t — don’t — don’t go in!”