What _was_ it?
Surely it was making signs to her! Or else it looked as though it was.

That was certainly its arm moving, and now it advanced a pace nearer, and raised something which it wore on its head--a battered hat with a broad brim, a "wide-awake," encircled with a wisp of straw.
Barbara Hare's heart leaped, as the saying runs, into her mouth, and her face became deadly white in the moonlight.

Her first thought was to alarm the servants; her second, to be still; for she remembered the fear and mystery that attached to the house.

She went into the hall, shutting her mamma in the parlor, and stood in the shade of the portico, gazing still.

But the figure evidently followed her movement with its sight, and the hat was again taken off, and waved violently.
Barbara Hare turned sick with utter terror.