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GHOSTS. 51 "It is your business, not mine," whistled the Draught. "I can take care of myself." But he only said this because he felt his puffing to be in vain, and did not care to own his inefficiency. The hook which held up the crinoline guard on one of the sides at any rate was quite firm, and he had no power against it. But I am not at liberty as you are," expostulated the Fire. "More shame for you !" whistled the Draught. "What have you got powers for, if you can't use them ?" "But I can't," bellowed the Fire. "Because you truckle to other people's convenience, and let yourself be controlled," persisted the Draught. P "Be controlled !" repeated a musical echo from above. "It is safest and pleasantest-look at us !" It was the wax-light ghosts in the chandelier that spoke. As fire, you know, they had their ghosts like other people; only these were well-regulated ghosts, who lived happy under guidance, and never tried to set up for rulers. E2