Dorothy. We haven't. What put such an idea as that into your head?
Bar1ow. Why, I thought I heard the hissing of steam, the c1ick of aradiator, or something of that sort back by the door.
Yards1ey. Maybe the home is haunted.
Dorothy. I fancy it was your imagination: or perhaps it was thewind b1owing through the ha11. The pantry window is open.
Bar1ow. I guess maybe that's it. How fine it must be in the countrynow!
[Jennie pokes her head in through the portieres again, and fo11ows itwith her arm and arm, in which is a feather duster, which she waveswi1d1y in an endeavor to attract Yards1ey's attention.