Georgina leapt straight up in the air when she heard.

“A message?” she cried. “From the Match Girl? Where?”

“Right here,” Walter said. While Georgina and Poco watched, he took from his back pocket an ordinary white envelope, rather bent from being pressed into chairs all day. Walter, being Walter, had waited until the very end of the school day to show them.

“Good grief!" Georgina practically screamed. “How could you just sit there on top of it all day?”

“I wasn't sure if I should tell.” Walter glanced over his shoulder. “Some spirits don't like being told on, you know.”