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"It is not
necessary for you to sleep there. No one will ever do that again. I
shall always keep it as he left it."
Grey knew what she meant, but made no comment, and as he seemed very
tired Hannah soon left him to rest.
Naturally strong and full of vigor, Grey's recovery was rapid, and in
ten days from the time the fever left him, his father drove him to the
farm-house, where Hannah was expecting him, with the south room made as
cheerful as possible, and a most tempting lunch spread for him upon a
little round table before the fire. Mr. Jerrold was going to Boston that
afternoon, and so Grey was left alone with his aunt, as he wished to be,
for he meant to tell her that he, too, shared her secret, and after his
father had gone and his lunch was over, he burst out suddenly:
"Auntie, there is something I must tell you. I can't keep it any longer.
I was here the night grandpa died. I was in the kitchen, and heard
about--about that under the floor!"
"Grey!" Hannah gasped, as her work dropped from her nerveless hands,
which shook violently.


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