And it's a nice, satisfactory distance from the widow Larkin, too." So Kenelm came daily to work and did work--some.

When he did not he always had a plausible excuse.

As a self-excuser he was a shining light.
Thankful had, during the repairs on the house, waited more or less anxiously for developments concerning the mystery of the little back bedroom.

Painters and paperhangers had worked in that room as in others, but no reports of strange sounds, or groans, or voices, had come from there.

During the week preceding the day of formal opening Thankful herself had spent her nights in that room, but had not heard nor seen anything unusual.