“Will you open the door, Sir?” wildly shouted Doctor Drake, who hated the whole affair.
And they heard the bound of William’s feet on the floor as he got out of bed, and in another moment the key turned, and William, candle in hand, stood at the open door.
“Well, any news—anything?” asked William.
“Get some clothes on and come down with us. Yes. We have seen something odd,” said the clergyman.
“Could it have been Rebecca?” inquired William.
“Hoo! no, Sir—two feet taller,” said the rector.
“Four feet taller,” said Doctor Drake.
“Did you see its face?” asked William, using, awfully, the neuter gender.
“No,” said the parson.
“But I did,” said Drake—“as long as my arm.”