A ray of the afternoon sun fell slantwise from one of the high windows, and, crossed by it, her eyes blazed like lamps in their sockets.
"-- And feed 'im on 'am!" concluded Tilda hurriedly, slipping down within her bedclothes and drawing them tight about her.

For the apparition was stretching out a hand.

The hand drew nearer.
"It's--it's a name came into my 'ead," quavered the child.
"Who.

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