Then, turning on her heel, she marched back to the little bedroom and picked up the lantern; its flame had dwindled to the feeblest of feeble sparks.
"Now then," said Thankful, with determination, "whoever--or--or whatever thing you are that's makin' that noise you might just as well show yourself.

If you're hidin' you'd better come out, for I'll find you." But no one or no "thing" came out.

Thankful waited a moment and then proceeded to give that room a very thorough looking-over.

It was such a small apartment that the process took but little time.

There was no closet.