But there's nobody to shake them, and it's awfully ghosty, and I do so feel afraid the ghosts will hear my bad playing and come to me.
Now, I'm sure it must be half an hour, and I may go and look at the clock!" She slipped out of the door and closed it behind her quickly, as if she feared invisible hands might catch her unawares to keep her within.

Up two flights of stairs she went, and looked at the clock on the landing.
"Only ten minutes past twelve!" she exclaimed in dismay.

"Oh, that dreadful old clock must have stopped herself on purpose! Now, I will just watch to see.

I don't believe she's moving at all." And Terry put her back against the wall and fixed her eyes on her enemy.
"No; she's going," said Terry, as the minute-hand made a slight onward jerk, "but she has gone slow just the very morning I have got to practise." She went down to the hall, slowly, counting the steps, and stood in the hall looking at everything as if she had never been there before.
"I wonder if I might curl in behind that door with a story-book," she thought, "or even with nothing at all; where I could hear the sounds of the other parts of the house! But no, I couldn't.

I know it would be wrong, because I've got to be a whole hour at my practising.