“Did you find it, Peter!” said Helen from under the tree.
“Find what?” said the doctor.
“A squirrel that ran from here across the yard.”
Peter looked from one to the other triumphantly, as he said—
“No, Miss, I didn’t.”
“Humph!” grunted the doctor. “Then there was a squirrel!”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you saw something strange!”
“Yes, sir, something awful gashly, in the dark end, sir.”
“Bah!” cried the doctor. “There, go and get your stable lanthorn and we’ll see. Helen, my dear, we’ve got a ghost in the old stable loft: like to come and see it!”