"Are you making it up?"
"Not I. They all made it up. My father, and my grandfather, and the whole tribe. They stuck it into each other, and tried to stick it into me, that whenever one of us is going to die he sees this beastly little hound."
"Ted!" she was clinging to the calf she admired now, in an agreeable ecstasy of shuddering. "I wish I had a ghost, too."
"You shall have mine, with pleasure."
"But why didn't you tell me before?"
"I clean forgot it till this minute. My father told me about it when I was quite a little chap."
"But is it true, Ted?"
"Of course it isn't."
"And did they really see it?"
"They said they did. You may bet your life they didn't."