She shook and shivered in her bed, and said, "For heaven's sake, light the candle again! It's a Ghost." "Clear away the supper, you fools, before the ghost can report us to Miss Ladd." With this excellent advice Emily checked the rising panic.

The door was closed, the candle was lit; all traces of the supper disappeared.

For five minutes more they listened again.

No sound came from the stairs; no teacher, or ghost of a teacher, appeared at the door.
Having eaten her supper, Cecilia's immediate anxieties were at an end; she was at leisure to exert her intelligence for the benefit of her schoolfellows.

In her gentle ingratiating way, she offered a composing suggestion.