I suppose I may be thankful," she went on ironically, "that it was only your grandmother you saw last night.

It might have been the Bat--and then where would you be this morning ?" "I'd be stiff and stark with candles at me head and feet," said Lizzie gloomily.

"Oh, Miss Neily, don't talk of that terrible creature, the Bat!" She came nearer to her mistress.

"There's bats in this house, too--real bats," she whispered impressively.

"I saw one yesterday in the trunk room--the creature! It flew in the window and nearly had the switch off me before I could get away!" Miss Cornelia chuckled.