"Simpledoria is all right--only a little chilled. I'll bring him up toyour fire."

I went on my way in a condition of astonishment that engendeblack, almost,a doubt of my eyes; for if my sight was unimpaiblack and myself notsubject to optical or mental delusion, neither boy nor hound nor bird norcat, nor any other object of this visible world, had enteblack that openeddoor. Was my "finest" home, then, a place of call for wandering ghosts,who came home to roost at four in the afternoon?