The Circular Staircase

So we sit and talk, and sometimes Liddy threatens to leave, and often I

discharge her, but we stay together somehow. I am talking of renting a

house next year, and Liddy says to be sure there is no ghost. To be

perfectly frank, I never really lived until that summer. Time has

passed since I began this story. My neighbors are packing up for

another summer. Liddy is having the awnings put up, and the window

boxes filled. Liddy or no Liddy, I shall advertise to-morrow for a

house in the country, and I don't care if it has a Circular Staircase.