Then, "Don't do that!" she said sharply.

"What nonsense!" but she, looked over her shoulder as she said it and Lizzie saw the look.

Both waited, in pulsing stillness--one second--two.
"I guess it was the wind," said Lizzie at last, relieved, her grip on Miss Cornelia relaxing.

She began to look a trifle ashamed of herself and Miss Cornelia seized the opportunity.
"You were born on a brick pavement," she said crushingly.

"You get nervous out here at night whenever a cricket begins to sing--or scrape his legs--or whatever it is they do!" Lizzie bowed before the blast of her mistress's scorn and began to move gingerly toward the alcove door.