‘Black spirits and white
Red spirits and gray’—
Oh! How my flesh creeps! Isn’t it a perfectly delightfully thrilling sensation?
I have had dreams, but not of this,
That I should share the wondrous bliss
Of meeting ghostses in the air,
And have them set on end my hair—
That last line is rather faulty. It’s lost a foot or a leg— Oh, my! Hark!”
“Bonny!”
“Yes, ma’am.”