collapse. 'Let me go. I'll look through the curtains
so that he shall not see me, and I'll soon tell you if he's alive or
not. Do you suppose I don't know a live man when I see one?'

I wriggled out of her arms and crept with bare, silent feet to the
window, and cautiously moving the curtains a slit apart peeped through.
There certainly was a man outside, sitting on a rock exactly in front of
my window, with his face to the sea. Clouds were passing slowly across
the moon, and I waited for them to pass to see him more clearly. He
never moved. And when the light did fall on him it fell on a
well-clothed back with two shining buttons on it,--not the back of a
burglar, and surely not the back of a ghost. In all my varied imaginings
I had never yet imagined a ghost in buttons, and I refused to believe
that I saw one then.

Back I crept to the cowering Charlotte. 'It isn't anybody who's dead,' I
whispered cheerfully, 'and I think he wants to paddle.'

'Paddle?' echoed Charlotte sitting up, the word seeming to restore her
to her senses. 'Why should he want to paddle in the middle of the
night?'

'Well, why not? It's the only thing I can think of that makes you sit on
rocks.'

Charlotte was so much recovered and so much relieved at finding herself
recovered, that she gave a hysterical giggle. Instantly there was a
slight noise outside, and the shadow of a man appeared on the curtains.
We clung to each other in consternation.

'Hedwig,' whispered the man, pushing the curtains a little aside, and
peering into the darkness of the room; '_kleiner Schatz--endlich da?
Laesst mich so lange warten_----'

He waited, uncertain, trying to see in. Charlotte grasped the situation
quickest. 'Hedwig is not here,' she said with immense dignity, 'and you
should be ashamed of yourself, disturbing ladies in this manner. I must
request you to go away at once, and to give me your name and address so
that I may report you to the proper authorities. I shall not fail in my
duty, which will be to make an example of you.'

'That was admirably put,' I remarked, going across to the window and
shutting it, 'only he didn't stay to listen. Now we'll light the
candle.'

And looking out as I drew the curtains I saw the moonlight flash on
flying buttons.

'Who would have thought,' I observed to Charlotte, who was standing in
the middle of the room shaking with indignation,--'who would have
thought that that very demure little Hedwig would be the c