and in that most unlikely-and least desirable-of moments , hanging eighty feet above a deep moat with only a strong pair of hands and a stout rope to keep her from plunging to her death , jenny was granted the rare opportunity to see the black wolf 's face register total , blank shock as aunt elinor rose up from beside jenny 's bed like a ghostly apparition in white bedgown and demanded imperiously , `` what do you think you are doing ? ''