The rustling grew louder, something was getting over the partition, crossing the floor, coming towards him.

He gave a sob of terror and flung himself face downwards on the ground, hiding his little blanched face among the straw.
"Bunty," said the voice again, and a light hand touched his arm.
"Help me--HELP me!" he shrieked.

"Meg--oh! Father--Esther!" But one hand was hastily put over his mouth and another pulled him into a sitting position.
He had shut his eyes very tightly, so as not to see the ghostly visitant that he knew had come to punish him for his sin.

But something made him open them, and then he felt he could never close them again for amazement.
For, it was Judy's hand that was over his mouth, and Judy's self that was standing beside him.
"My golly!" he said, in a tone of stupefaction.

He stared hard at her to make sure she was real flesh and blood.