But obviously she was not entirely convinced.
"Oh, it's more than that, Miss Neily," she mumbled.

"I--" Miss Cornelia turned to her fiercely.

If Lizzie was going to behave like this, they might as well have it out now between them--before Dale came home.
"What did you really see last night ?" she said in a minatory voice.
The instant relief on Lizzie's face was ludicrous; she so obviously preferred discussing any subject at any length to braving the dangers of the other part of the house unaccompanied.
"I was standing right there at the top of that there staircase," she began, gesticulating toward the alcove stairs in the manner of one who embarks upon the narration of an epic.

"Standing there with your switch in my hand, Miss Neily--and then I looked down and," her voice dropped, "I saw a gleaming eye! It looked at me and winked! I tell you this house is haunted!" "A flirtatious ghost ?" queried Miss Cornelia skeptically.

She snorted.
"Humph! Why didn't you yell ?" "I was too scared to yell! And I'm not the only one." She started to back away from the alcove, her eyes still fixed upon its haunted stairs.