She knew where the lamp and the match-box were. Quickly she had the lamp a-light and then swept the big room with a startled glance. 'Phemie had disappeared. The outside door was still locked. It seemed to Lyddy as though the echoing slam of the door that had awakened her was still ringing in her ears. She ran to the hall door and opened it. Dark--and not a sound! Where could 'Phemie have gone? The older sister had never known 'Phemie to walk in her sleep. She had no tricks of somnambulism that Lyddy knew anything about. And yet the older Bray girl was quite sure her sister had come this way. The lamplight, when the door was opened wide, illuminated the square hall quite well. Lyddy ran across it and pushed open the door of the long corridor. There was no light in it, yet she could see outlined the huge pieces of furniture, and the ugly chairs. And at the very moment she opened this door, the door at the far end was flung wide and a white figure plunged toward her. "'Phemie!" screamed the older sister. "Lyddy!" wailed 'Phemie. And in a moment they were in each other's arms and Lyddy was dragging 'Phemie across the entrance hall into the lighted kitchen. "What is it? What _is_ it?" gasped Lyddy. "Oh, oh, oh!" was all 'Phemie was able to say for the moment; then, as she realized how really terrified her sister was, she continued her series of "ohs" while she thought very quickly. She knew very well what had scared her; but why add to Lyddy's fright? She could not explain away the voice she had heard. Of course, she knew very well it had _not_ proceeded from the skeleton. But why terrify Lyddy by saying anything about that awful thing? "What scared you so?" repeated Lyddy, shaking her a bit. "I--I don't know," stammered 'Phemie--and she didn't! "But why did you get up?" "I thought I heard something--voices--people talking--steps," gasped 'Phemie, and now her teeth began to chatter so that she could scarcely speak. "Foolish girl!" exclaimed Lyddy, rapidly recovering her own self-control. "You dreamed it. And now you've got a chill, wandering through this old house. Here! sit down there!" She drove her into a low chair beside the hearth. She ran for an extra comforter to wrap around her. She raked the ashes off the coals of the fire, and set the tea-kettle right down upon the glowing bed. In a minute it began to steam and gurgle, and Lyddy made her sister an old-fashioned brew of ginger tea. When the younger girl had swallowed half a bowlful of the scalding mixture she ceased shaking. And by that time, too, she had quite recovered her self-control. "You're a very foolish little girl," declared Lyddy, warningly, "to get up alone and go wandering about this house. Why, _I_ wouldn't do it for--for the whole farm!" "I--I dropped my candle. It went out," said 'Phemie, quietly. "I guess being in the dark scared me more than anything."