“There is naebody here,” she complained, looking out on the side porch.
“But he was there! You saw him,” faintly declared Agnes.
“He was nae ghost, if that’s what you mean,” said the housekeeper dryly. “But what and who is he? A junkman? How do you come to know junkmen, lassie?”
“I only know that junkman,” explained Agnes.
“Aye?” The housekeeper’s eyes as well as her voice was sharp. “And when did you make his acquaintance? Costello, d’you say?”
“So he said his name was. He—he is one of the Gypsies, I do believe!”
“Gypsies! The idea! Is the house surrounded by Gypsies?”
“I don’t know, Mrs. McCall,” said Agnes faintly. “I only know they are giving us a lot of trouble.”
“Who are?”
“The Gypsies.”