36/47 And yet there can't be anybody in there, because--My soul! there 'tis again. I'm goin' to find out." She grasped the stubby broom by the handle and moved determinedly toward the front hall. Grace seized her by the arm. "Don't you DO it! It may be a tramp." "I don't care. Whoever or whatever it is, it has no business in this house, and I'll make that plain in a hurry. |