“It’s yours,” he said to his wife.

“Oh, David, I never had one.  You know, oh, you know I—­shouldn’t—­ unless you died.  How came it there?”

“I’m darned if I know,” said David, regarding it.  He was deadly pale, but still resentful rather than afraid.

“Don’t hold it; don’t!”

“I’d like to know what in thunder all this means?” said David.  He gave the thing an angry toss and it fell on the floor in exactly the same long heap as before.

Cordelia began to weep with racking sobs.  Mrs. Townsend reached out and caught her husband’s hand, clutching it hard with ice-cold fingers.

“What’s got into this house, anyhow?” he growled.

“You’ll have to sell it.  Oh, David, we can’t live here.”

“As for my selling a house I paid only five thousand for when it’s worth twenty-five, for any such nonsense as this, I won’t!”

David gave one stride toward the black veil, but it rose from the floor and moved away before him across the room at exactly the same height as if suspended from a woman’s head.  He pursued it, clutching vainly, all around the room, then he swung himself on his heel with an exclamation and the thing fell to the floor again in the long heap.  Then were heard hurrying feet on the stairs and Adrianna burst into the room.  She ran straight to her father and clutched his arm; she tried to speak, but she chattered unintelligibly; her face was blue.  Her father shook her violently.

“Adrianna, do have more sense!” he cried.

“Oh, David, how can you talk so?” sobbed her mother.

“I can’t help it.  I’m mad!” said he with emphasis.  “What has got into this house and you all, anyhow?”

“What is it, Adrianna, poor child,” asked her mother.  “Only look what has happened here.”

“It’s an earthquake,” said her father staunchly; “nothing to be afraid of.”

“How do you account for that?” said Mrs. Townsend in an awful voice, pointing to the veil.

Adrianna did not look—­she was too engrossed with her own terrors.  She began to speak in a breathless voice.

“I—­was—­coming—­by the vacant lot,” she panted, “and—­I—­I—­had my new hat in a paper bag and—­a parcel of blue ribbon, and—­I saw a crowd, an awful—­oh! a whole crowd of people with white faces, as if—­they were dressed all in black.”

“Where are they now?”

“I don’t know.  Oh!” Adrianna sank gasping feebly into a chair.

“Get her some water, David,” sobbed her mother.

David rushed with an impatient exclamation out of the room and returned with a glass of water which he held to his daughter’s lips.

“Here, drink this!” he said roughly.

“Oh, David, how can you speak so?” sobbed his wife.

“I can’t help it.  I’m mad clean through,” said David.

Then there was a hard bound upstairs, and George entered.  He was very white, but he grinned at them with an appearance of unconcern.