what are those white things that I see standing among
the bushes at the foot of the mountain? They look like--tombstones!" she
added, with a shudder.

"They _are_ tombstones," replied Sybil in a low, grave voice; "that is
our family burial-ground, and all the Berners, for seven generations,
lie buried there."

"Oh, good gracious!" gasped Rosa Blondelle, dropping the curtain and
turning away.

"Don't be alarmed," smiled Sybil. "The place is much farther off than it
seems. And now, my dear Mrs. Blondelle, let me make you acquainted with
the bearings of this green bedroom, and then you will like it better.
You see it is in the right wing of the house, and that accounts for its
having windows on three sides, back, front, and end, and doors that
connect with the house and doors that lead to the grounds. _This_ door,"
she said, opening one on the left-hand side of the fireplace--"this door
leads up this little narrow staircase directly into my chamber, which
is immediately above this, as my dressing-room is immediately above your
nursery. So, my dear, if ever you should feel nervous or alarmed, all
you have to do is to open this little door, and run up these stairs and
knock loudly at the upper door, which is near the head of my bed. I
shall hear you, and fly to your assistance."

"Yes," laughed Rosa. "But suppose some robber were to get into these
windows, and be right upon me before I could run, what should I do
then?"

"Call for assistance, and Mr. Berners and myself will run down to your
rescue. But in order to make that practicable, you must always leave
that lower stair door unfastened; and you may do it with perfect safety,
as it leads nowhere but into my bedroom."

"I will remember always to leave it unfastened," replied Rosa.

"But, my dear, I assure you there is not the least shadow of a shade of
danger. Our faithful negroes are all around us on the outside, and our
faithful dumb guardians sleep on the mats in the large hall and the
smaller passages. However, if you still feel nervous, I will have one of
the maids sleep in your room, and one of the men sleep in the passage
outside," said Sybil.

"Oh, no, not for the world would I disturb the arrangements of the
family. I am not at all nervous _now_," said Rosa Blondelle.

"Then, dear, get ready for supper; for it has been ready for us for an
hour past, and I am sure you must need it. I will, with your permission,
go up to my own room by these stairs; and