She was sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room; her head, bent over a table, rested on her arms.
"She'll be worn out--good for nothing to-morrow," went on Donnington crossly.

"She'll have an awful night too.

I might have thought she'd be up to something of the sort! One of the servants told her to-night that this house is haunted.

She'll be trying all sorts of experiments if we can't manage to stop her.

It's the only thing Bubbles really lives for now, Miss Farrow." "I'm afraid it is"-- Blanche felt really concerned.