![]() She looked very much like the schoolgirl she had been, with an untidy blouse and, I could see when she gave me an enthusiastic hug, an ink stain on one cheek. “Hello, Tollie!” I called, then wondered if she would mind the schoolgirl nickname. “Lucy!” It was Millicent Tolliver, walking down the path toward me. Why had I come back? Because I had been invited to give a speech. It contained another walking suit, a dress suitable for dinner, and toiletries. Then, I had been accompanied by a trunk almost as large as I was, filled with clothes and books. I had ridden the cart from the train station, just as I had so many years ago at the beginning of each term. ![]() Why had I come back to Collingswood? That was what I asked myself, standing on the path that led to the main school building, a structure built of gray stone and shadowed by oaks that had stood for a hundred years. This story also appears in Ghosts by Gaslight, edited by Jack Dann and Nick Gevers, which is available now. ![]()
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