"But ye slep' in th' 'aunted cottage last night."
"Yes."
"But—but—the ghost, Peter?"
"Is a wandering Scotsman."
"Why then I can't go down and find ye corp' arter all?"
"I fear not, Ancient."
The old man slowly closed his snuff-box, shaking his head as he did so.
"Ah, well! I won't blame ye, Peter," said he magnanunously, "it bean't your fault, lad, no—but what's come to the ghost!"
"The ghost," I answered, "is nothing more dreadful than a wandering
Scotsman!"
"Scotsman!" exclaimed the Ancient sharply. "Scotsman!"