I must caution Rose, who has an unfortunate habit of letting out whatever comes uppermost.

Ah! here she is!" "Were you talking of me ?" inquired Miss Rose, tripping upstairs, fresh and pretty, in a blue merino morning dress, with soft white trimmings.
"Do I ever talk of any one else ?" said Dr.Frank.
"Pooh! How is Agnes Darling ?" "As well as can be expected, after seeing a ghost!" "Did she see a ghost, though ?" asked Rose, opening her hazel eyes.
"Of course she did; and my advice to you, Miss Rose, is to go to bed every night at dark, and to sleep immediately, with your head covered up in the bed-clothes, or you may happen to see one too." "Thank you for your advice, which I don't want and won't take.

Whose ghost did she see ?" "The ghost of Hamlet's father, perhaps--she doesn't know; before she could take a second look it vanished in a cloud of blue flame, and she swooned away!" "Doctor Danton," said Rose, sharply, "I wish you would talk sense.

I'll go and ask Agnes herself about it.

I want to get at the bottom of this affair." "A very laudable desire, which I regret being obliged to frustrate," said Doctor Danton, placing himself between her and the door.
"You!" cried Rose, drawing herself up.