But now that the haunted room was to be invaded by friendly, commonplace artisans from the village, and turned inside out, and almost pulled to pieces, there was a chance that the ghosts would be got rid of without invoking the aid of Mr Sheepshanks; a reflection that inspired her with hope, and comforted her greatly.
"You know you're a great anxiety to me, Austin," she said, as, refreshed by food and wine, she took up her knitting after lunch.

"I wish you were more like other boys, indeed I do.

I never could understand you, and I suppose I never shall." "But what does that matter, auntie ?" asked Austin.

"I don't understand _you_ sometimes, but that doesn't make me anxious in the very least.
Why you should worry yourself about me I can't conceive.

What do I do to make you anxious?
I don't get tipsy, I don't gamble away vast fortunes at a sitting, and although I'm getting on for eighteen I haven't had a single action for breach of promise brought against me by anybody.