“The Banshee!” sez she in tremblin’ tones; “I saw it myself, and heard it.”
Sez she, “You know this is the very part of Ireland where they have them.”
Sez I, “You’d been a-thinkin’ of ’em and imagined it.”
“No, indeed!” sez she; “I was just falling asleep when I heard those awful wails of distress, and I got up and went to father’s room, which is next to mine, and he got up and looked out of the window, and he saw it and heard it too.” Sez she, “You know the Banshee always appears before some dreadful trouble comes to a family, and it seems as if it is meant for us, for it is only a little ways off.” Sez she, “You and Uncle Josiah get up and come into my room, and you can see it for yourselves.”
At them words there seemed to come to me a realizin’ sense of my surroundin’s; bein’ jest waked up with news of a ghost, I’d overlooked the fact of my companion’s absence.
But I sez, “I will come, Alice. Your Uncle Josiah has probble heard it, and gone out to investigate.”
So I throwed on my flannel wrapper and slipped on my shoes and put my breakfast shawl round me and went into Alice’s room. There we found Martin wrapped in his Pegama, or whatever they call it.
Alice’s winder commanded a better view than hisen, and he stood motionless by the winder.
Al Faizi and Adrian wuz in the other side of the house, and so wuz the rest of the folks. These two rooms wuz kinder built out on the side by themselves.
Sez I, “Martin, you don’t believe anythin’ of this kind, do you?”