“It is all the same thing,” said the doctor, cheerfully waving his hand; and then he patted Johnny on the head, who was half overawed, half pleased, to have an illness which procured unlimited petting without any pain. The little fellow began his baths immediately, but next night he saw the lady again. This time he woke and found her bending over him, and gave forth the cry which was now so well known by all the party. Mrs. Lennox, who rushed into the room the first, being in her own chamber, which was near Johnny’s, had to be led back to the sitting-room in a state of nervous prostration, trembling and sobbing. When she was placed in her chair and a glass of wine administered to her, she declared that she had seen it too. “Oh, how can you ask me what it was? I saw something move. Do you think,” with a gasp, “Rosalind, that one can keep one’s wits about one, with all that going on? I am sure I saw something--something black go out of the door--or at least something moved. The curtain? oh, how can you say it was the curtain? I never thought of that. Are you sure you didn’t see anything, Rosalind?” “I saw the wind in the curtain, Aunt Sophy: the window was open, and it blew out and almost frightened me too.” “Oh, I could not say I was frightened,” said Mrs. Lennox, grasping Rosalind’s hand tight. “A curtain does bulge out with the wind, doesn’t it? I never thought of that. I saw something--move--I--wasn’t frightened, only a little nervous. Perhaps it was--the wind in the curtain. You are sure you were frightened too.” “It blew right out upon me, like some one coming to meet me.” Aunt Sophy grasped Rosalind’s hand tight. “It must have some explanation,” she said. “It couldn’t be anything super-- You don’t believe in--that sort of thing, Rosalind?” “Dear Aunt Sophy, I am sure it was the curtain. I saw it too. I would not say so if I did not feel--sure--” “Oh, my dear, what a comfort it is to have a cool head like yours. You’re not carried away by your feelings like me. I’m so sympathetic, I feel as other people feel; to hear Johnny cry just made me I can’t tell how. It was dreadfully like some one moving, Rosalind.” “Yes, Aunt Sophy. When the wind got into the folds, it was exactly like some one moving.” “You are sure it was the curtain, Rosalind.”