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Show - 22 - doorway of the closet, as if she was undecided what to do. Penny had the impression that she was afraid of her and she smiled to herself. If this was a ghost, then it was she who should be frightened. "You're the French girl who occupied this house years ago and that is your portrait hanging on the wall, isn't it?" For want of something better to say she added. "Didn't I see you in the garden this evening?" There was no reply from the ghost. "I hope you like the way your home looks." Penny went on. Mama and papa tried to make everything look as it was when you lived here. Do you approve?" She hoped to get a response,but the lovely girl just continued to stare at her. Then she was gone. This was the first of many times, in the days to come, that the young girl saw the beautiful ghost of Gaven House. Each time they met she seemed a little less apprehensive of Penny. They met in many different places on the estate, but it was in her bedroom that her presence was felt most acutely. After all, it was hers many more year6 before it became mine and Vicky's, she thought. Penny was beginning to question why she was the only one who saw the ghost. Vicky never seemed to be aware of her. They could be walking side by side in the garden or on the stairway and she would never see her. Also, Penny wondered why she did not confide in her sister about the ghost. Something impelled her not to at this time. "Well, you've finally met our lady?" The girls turned from the rose bushes where they were cutting a bouquet for their mother. It was Tom MacCarthy who spoke. He was a tall, sparse man in his middle fifties. His hands were knarled from so much garden work and he stooped slightly. He wore a bright red plaid shirt and baggy overalls and as the weather was turning cool, he had on his old coat sweater which was a dark brown in color. "How do you know?" Penny asked cautiously. |
