''Dear God!'' she cried. She felt cold, so cold. ''That was not a dream--she was here!'' She could still feel the young woman's arm under her hand--a warm, living arm. She looked on the floor for the woman's body, but there was nothing there. Rhoda Brook slept no more that night, and at the dairy early the next morning, she looked pale and sick. She could not forget the feel of that arm under her hand. When she came hone for breakfast, her son asked her,
''What was that noise in your room last night, mother?
Did you fall off the bed?'' ''Noise? What time did you hear it?'' ''About two o'clock. But what was it. mother?
Something fell, I heard it. was it you?'' Rhoda did not answer, and after breakfast she began
to do ger work in the house. At about midday she
heard something,and looked out of the window. At the
bottom of the garden stood a woman--the woman from
her dream. Rhoda stood still,and stared.
...
Rhoda's son tells her that he met Gertrude Lodge on
the road. Mrs. Lodge felt sorry for him because he was
wearing old shoes so she said she would buy him some
new shoes. Mrs. Lodge brings the shoes to the house and
iv very kind and polite. Rhoda is surprised and starts to
think of her as more of a friend than an enemy.
...