"What was it I promised, cousin Ethan?"
Sharply, in the silence, a cry rang out. Ethan leaped to his feet.
"It's only the ghost," said Val, quietly.
"Of course—Yaffti. But what on earth—"
"Yaffti?"
"I heard it as a child, and called it 'Yaffti.' What the devil is it?"
"Only the clumsy old lightning-rod shrieking in its rusty fixtures when the wind blows."
"How do you know?"
"I lay on the rug here and listened, and then walked round and round the house in the wind till I found out what it was made the crying sound."
"Weren't you frightened?"