“It’s lovely, anyway,” she said, following his glance with an upward turn of her face. “Yes, it’s beautiful. I think this sort of winter day is about the best the whole year can do. But I will sacrifice the chance of another like it to your skating-tea, Miss Shirley.” He did not know why he should have made this speech to her, but apparently she did, and she said, “You’re always coming to my help, Mr. Verrian.” “Don’t mention it!” “I won’t, then,” she said, with a smile that showed her thin face at its thinnest and left her lip caught on her teeth till she brought it down voluntarily. It was a small but full lip and pretty, and this trick of it had a fascination. She added, gravely, “I don’t believe you will like my ice-tea.” “I haven’t any active hostility to it. You can’t always be striking twelve--twelve midnight--as you will be in Seeing Ghosts. But your ice-tea will do very well for striking five. I’m rather elaborate!” “Not too elaborate to hide your real opinion. I wonder what you do think of my own elaboration--I mean of my scheme.” “Yes?” They had moved on, at his turning to walk with her, so as not to keep her standing in the snow, and now she said, looking over her shoulder at him, “I’ve decided that it won’t do to let the ghost have all the glory. I don’t think it will be fair to let the people merely be scared, even when they’ve been warned that they’re to see a ghost and told it isn’t real.” She seemed to refer the point to him, and he said, provisionally, “I don’t know what more they can ask.” “They can ask questions. I’m going to let each person speak to the ghost, if not scared dumb, and ask it just what they please; and I’m going to answer their questions if I can.” “Won’t it be something of an intellectual strain?” “Yes, it will. But it will be fun, too, a little, and it will help the thing to go off. What do you think?” “I think it’s fine. Are you going to give it out, so that they can be studying up their questions?” “No, their questions have got to be impromptu. Or, at least, the first one has. Of course, after the scheme has once been given away, the ghost-seers will be more or less prepared, and the ghost will have to stand it.” “I think it’s great. Are you going to let me have a chance with a question?” “Are you going to see a ghost?” “To be sure I am. May I really ask it what I please?” “If you’re honest.” “Oh, I shall be honest--” He stopped breathlessly, but she did not seem called upon to supply any meaning for his abruptness. “I’m awfully glad you like the idea,” she said, “I have had to think the whole thing out for myself, and I haven’t been quite certain that the question-asking wasn’t rather silly, or, at least, sillier than the rest. Thank you so much, Mr. Verrian.” “I’ve thought of my question,” he began again, as abruptly as he had stopped before. “May I ask it now?” Cries of laughter came up from the meadow below, and the voices seemed coming nearer.