Duke."
"Oooooooo," moaned Carol, diving deep beneath the covers.
David sat up quickly.
"Who is there?"
"It is I, Miss Landbury," came a frightened whisper. "Can't I stay
with you a while? I can't go to sleep to save me,--and honestly, I am
scared to death."
This brought Carol forth, and with warm and sympathetic hospitality she
turned back the covers at the foot of the bed and said:
"Yes, come right in."
David nudged her remindingly with his foot. "Since there are two of
you to protect each other," he said, laughing, "suppose you go in to
Carol's bed, and leave me my cot in peace."
This Carol flatly refused to do. If Miss Landbury was willing to share
the foot of David's cot, she was more than welcome. But if she meant
to stand on ceremony and go into that awful big black room without a
minister, she could go by herself, that was all. Carol lay down
decidedly, and considered the subject closed.
"I don't want to sleep," said Miss Landbury unhappily. "I am not
sleepy. I just want a place to sit, where I--I won't keep seeing
things."
"Turn on the light, Carol," said David. "You ought to be ashamed of
yourselves, both of you."
"That's all right," defended Carol. "You are a preacher, and ghosts
don't bother--"
"Don't say ghosts," chattered Miss Landbury.
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