“That’s what I dunno; but just now something said quite plain, ‘Bart! Bart!’”
“Nonsense! You were dreaming.”
“Nay. I was wide awake as I am now, and as I turned and stared it said it again.”
“It said it?”
“Well, she said it.”
“Poll parrot,” said Abel, gruffly. “Go on with your work. Here’s the overseer.”
The young men worked away, and their supervisor passed them, and, apparently satisfied, continued his journey round.
“May have been a poll parrot,” said Bart. “They do talk plain, Abel, lad; but this sounded like something else.”
“What else could it be?”
“Sounded like a ghost.”