“Ooome!” groaned the negro.
“What do they do? They lie quietly in their graves, do they not?”
“Ooome! Hush, honey! I wish dey did!”
“What do they do, then?”
Again the negro paused to give full effect to his words, as he mysteriously replied:
“Dey walks!”
“Walks!”
“Yes, honey, de dead people walks in Grippinwolf—walks so continual dat dey won’t let anybody else lib dere.”
“Why, Mrs. Brent, the housekeeper, lives there!” exclaimed Gloria, putting in her voice for the first time.
“What say, honey?” inquired the negro.