I have seen all the visitors I have strength for." And though she did not know I saw it, she withdrew the key and slipped it into her pocket.

"This is Nixon's night out," she murmured, as she led the way to the library.

"Ellen will wait on us and we'll have the baby down and play games and be as merry as ever we can be,--to keep the ghosts away," she cried in fresh, defiant tones that had just the faintest suggestion of hysteria in them.

"We shall succeed; I don't mean to think of it again.

I'm right in that, am I not?
You look as if you thought so.