CHAPTER XIII.
MORE MEASLES.
It seemed to Betty that that night would never end.

It was after midnight before the house grew quiet.

Then, whenever she closed her eyes, she could see those ghostly figures dancing before her in a long, white wavering line.

After awhile she gave up the attempt to sleep, and lay with her eyes wide open, staring into the darkness, alert, and quivering at the slightest sound.
"I don't know what makes me so nervous," she thought.

"I feel as if I should fly, and the dark seems so horrible, as if it was full of creepy, crawling things, with horns and claws." A beetle boomed against the window, striking the pane with a heavy thud.
She drew the sheet over her head and shivered.