It was the one her father had just left.

In the dimness she made out a smaller door beside it.

Was this Charlie's?
She listened for a moment, then a small thin voice called out, "Is anybody there?
Who is it?
Mother, is that you ?" Jessie stepped over to the door and knocked.

"It is me--Jessie," she called back.

"Your mother sent me up to see you.