Aunt Janet's Second Sight on the subject was comforting, though grim, and in a measure disconcerting.

When I was saying good-night she asked me to bend down my head.

As I did so, she laid her hands on it and passed them all over it.
I heard her say to herself: "Strange! There's nothing there; yet I could have sworn I saw it!" I asked her to explain, but she would not.

For once she was a little obstinate, and refused point blank to even talk of the subject.

She was not worried nor unhappy; so I had no cause for concern.