Knit two--purl two--Her hands fell into the accustomed rhythm mechanically--a spy, peering in through the French windows, would have deemed her the picture of calm.

But she had never felt less calm in all the long years of her life.
She wouldn't ring for Lizzie to come and sit with her, she simply wouldn't.

But she was very glad, nevertheless, when Lizzie appeared at the door.
"Miss Neily." "Yes, Lizzie ?" Miss Cornelia's voice was composed but her heart felt a throb of relief.
"Can I--can I sit in here with you, Miss Neily, just a minute ?" Lizzie's voice was plaintive.

"I've been sitting out in the kitchen watching that Jap read his funny newspaper the wrong way and listening for ghosts till I'm nearly crazy!" "Why, certainly, Lizzie," said Miss Cornelia primly.

"Though," she added doubtfully, "I really shouldn't pamper your absurd fears, I suppose, but--" "Oh, please, Miss Neily!" "Very well," said Miss Cornelia brightly.