"Auntie Emily," she said, "put Wosie into the fire, she did.

But Wosie's saved....

He's just come and told me." "Lord, Miss 'Lina, how you talk!" The room was right again now just as, a moment before, it had been wrong.

She switched on the electric light, and, in the sudden blaze, caught the last flicker in the child's eyes of some vision, caught, held, now surrendered.
"'Tis company she's wanting, poor lamb," she thought, "all this being alone....

Fair gives one the creeps." She heard with relief the opening of the door.