Besides, you have Second Sight--latent, at all events.

However, there won't be any more ghosts, or about ghosts, in this letter.

I want to tell you all about our new home.

I am so glad you are coming out so soon; I am beginning to feel so lonesome--I walk about sometimes aimlessly, and find my thoughts drifting in such an odd way.

If I didn't know better, I might begin to think I was in love! There is no one here to be in love with; so make your mind easy, Aunt Janet.