Letty, too, was overcome--more than ever she had been by music.

She was not so open to its influences as Mary, but her eyes were full, and she sat thinking of her Tom, far in the regions that are none the less true that we can not see them.
A mood had taken shape in the mind of the blacksmith, and wandered from its home, seeking another country.

It is not the ghosts of evil deeds that alone take shape, and go forth to wander the earth.

Let but a mood be strong enough, and the soul, clothing itself in that mood as with a garment, can walk abroad and haunt the world.

Thus, in a garment of mood whose color and texture was music, did the soul of Joseph Jasper that evening, like a homeless ghost, come knocking at the door of Mary Marston.