"Hulda, it was very foolish for you to be frightened at such a thing as that."
"Me?" said Hulda, opening her eyes very wide, "I guess you were just as much frightened as I was."
"You might have known that no real person would be wandering about the castle at night, and a ghost couldn't carry anything, for his fingers are all smoke."
"You ought to have known that too, I should say, Mr. Hubert," answered Hulda.
"And then, I don't believe the light was in the castle at all. It was just bobbing about between us and the castle, and we thought it was inside. You ought to have thought of that, Hulda."
"Me!" exclaimed little Hulda, her eyes almost as big as two silver dollars.
It always seems to me a great pity that there should be such boys as Hubert Flamry.