The day following, Paul was downstairs before either Ida or Miss Ludington.

He was sitting on the piazza, which was connected with the sitting-room by low windows opening like doors, when he heard a scream, and Ellen, the housemaid, who had been busy in the sitting-room, ran out upon the piazza with a face like a sheet.
"What's the matter ?" he demanded.
"Sure I saw a ghost!" gasped Ellen.

"I was on a chair dusting the picture, as I always does mornings, an' I looked up, an' there in the door stood the very same girl that's in the picture, kind of smiling like.

And so I give a yell an' run." As she spoke Ida stepped out upon the piazza, and precipitately sheltering herself behind Paul, Ellen whispered, "Sure there she is now!" On seeing that, instead of sharing her terror, he cordially greeted the ghost, the girl's face showed such comical bewilderment that Ida smiled and Paul laughed outright.
"This is no ghost, Ellen.

This lady is Miss Ida Ludington, a relative of Miss Ludington's, who came to live here last night." "I hope ye'll not mind me takin' ye for a ghost, miss," said Ellen, confusedly; "but sure ye are the livin' image of the picture, and me not knowin' anybody was in the house more than the family;" and she disappeared to tell her story in the kitchen.
Ida's appearance was noticeably calmer than the night before.