HARRY. I am far from cross with you. I begin to think it was the good dogs that got you. Are they ghosts in that place?
MARY ROSE (with surprising certainty). No.
HARRY. You are sure?
MARY ROSE. Honest Injun.
HARRY. What fairly does me is, if the place is so lovely, what made you leave it?
MARY ROSE (frightened). I don’t know.
HARRY. Do you think you could have fallen out?
MARY ROSE. I don’t know. (She thinks his power is great.) Please, I don’t want to be a ghost any more.
HARRY. As far as I can see, if you wasn’t a ghost there you made yourself one by coming back. But it’s no use your expecting me to be able to help you. (She droops at this and he holds out his arms.) Come to me, ghostie; I wish you would.
MARY ROSE (prim again). Certainly not.