tures，shegavemeice—creamandcake，andtoldmefairy—tales。Shehadawonderfulunderstandingofwhatachildlikes。Therewerehalfadozenwomeninthehousewithher，butIsawnoneofthemnoranyofthemenwhocame。
Once，whenwehadbecomeverygoodfriendsindeedandmyearlyshynesshaddeparted，I
foundcouragetoaskherwheretheghostwas——
theghostthathauntedherhouse。Icanstillseethelookinhereyesastheymetmine。Shetoldmetheghostlivedinherheart，andthatshedidnotliketotalkaboutit，andthatwemustnotspeakofitagain。AfterthatInevermentionedit，butIwasmoredeeplyinterestedthanever，foraghostthatlivedinaheartwasanewkindofghosttomeatthattime，thoughIhavemetmanyofthemsincethen。Duringallourintercoursemymotherneverenteredthehousenextdoor，nordidmymysteriousladyenterourhome；butshecon—
stantlysentmymothersecretgiftsforthepoorandthesickoftheneighborhood，andshewasalwaysthefirsttoofferhelpforthosewhowereintrouble。