'Yes, Death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grass waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow.'

'To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open the doors of the house of Death for me; because Love is always with you, and Love is stronger than Death is.'

Virginia trembled, a cold shudder ran through her, and for a few moments everything was quiet. Virginia felt as if she was in a terrible dream.

Then the Ghost spoke again, and his voice was as soft as the wind. 'Have you ever read the old prophecy on the library window?'

'Oh, often,' said the little girl, looking up; 'I know it quite well. It is painted in strange black letters, and it is difficult to read. There are only six lines:'