“Are you?” said the 'Squire, “you appear to be more frightened than hurt.”
“Yes, sir, shure I am frightened, which indeed I couldn't help it, sir, for I never saw a ghost before in all my life.”
“A ghost! What nonsense are you talking, Hannah?”
“Shure it's not nonsense, for it's just now that the ghost came to the door, sir, and knocked, and I went to the door thinking it might be me cousin, who's been passing the evening with me, when I saw a great white ghost, ten foot tall, standing forninst me.”
“Ten feet tall?”
“Yes, sir, and he spread out his arms and spoke in a terrible voice, and was going to carry me off wid him, but I dropped the lamp, and O sir, I'm kilt entirely.”
“This is a strange story,” said 'Squire Newcome, rather suspiciously; “I hope you have not been drinking.”
Hannah protested vehemently that not a drop of liquor had passed her lips, which was true.
“I'll go out and hunt for the ghost,” said the 'Squire.
“Oh, don't sir. He'll carry you off,” said Hannah, terrified.