Don't let go of me--whatever you do, my dear, don't let go of
me!" She caught Magdalen fast by the arm and fell into another trembling
fit at the bare idea of being left by herself.
The one remaining chance in such an emergency as this was to submit to
circumstances. Magdalen took Mrs. Wragge to a chair; having first
placed it in such a position as might enable her to turn her back on her
traveling-companion, while she removed the false eyebrows by the help
of a little water. "Wait a minute there," she said, "and try if you can
compose yourself while I bathe my head."
"Compose myself?" repeated Mrs. Wragge. "How am I to compose myself when
my head feels off my shoulders? The worst Buzzing I ever had with the
Cookery-book was nothing to the Buzzing I've got now with the Ghost.
Here's a miserable end to a holiday! You may take me back again, my
dear, whenever you like--I've had enough of it already!"
Having at last succeeded in removing the eyebrows, Magdalen was free to
combat the unfortunate impression produced on her companion's mind by
every weapon of persuasion which her ingenuity could employ.
The attempt proved useless. Mrs. Wragge persisted--on evidence which,
it may be remarked in parenthesis, would have satisfied many wiser
ghost-seers than herself--in believing that she had been supernaturally
favored by a visitor from the world of spirits.
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