"
"So have I. But it isn't fear. I don't know what it is. I feel
as if something was reaching out of the graveyard to hold me--
something that wanted life--I don't like it--let's hurry. But
isn't it strange to think of all the dead people in there who were
once alive like you and me. I don't feel as if I could EVER die.
Do you?"
"No, but everybody must. Of course we go on living afterwards,
just the same. Don't let's talk of such things here," I said
hurriedly.
When we reached the school I contrived to open a window. We
scrambled in, lighted a lamp and found the missing necklace. The
Story Girl stood on the platform and gave an imitation of the
catastrophe of the evening that made me shout with laughter. We
prowled around for sheer delight over being there at an unearthly
hour when everybody supposed we were sound asleep in our beds. It
was with regret that we left, and we walked home as slowly as we
could to prolong the adventure.
"Let's never tell anyone," said the Story Girl, as we reached
home. "Let's just have it as a secret between us for ever and
ever--something that nobody else knows a thing about but you and
me."
"We'd better keep it a secret from Aunt Janet anyhow," I
whispered, laughing. "She'd think we were both crazy.
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