And that's especially what I wanted to write about to-day.

And this is the way it happened.
It was after supper, and I had gone into the library.

Father had gone out to the observatory as usual, and Aunt Jane had gone upstairs to her room as usual, and as usual I was wandering 'round looking for something to do.

I wanted to play on the piano, but I didn't dare to--not with all those dead-hair and wax-flower folks in the parlor watching me, and the chance of Father's coming in as he did before.
I was standing in the window staring out at nothing--it wasn't quite dark yet--when again I had that queer feeling that somebody was looking at me.

I turned--and there was Father.