The two women paused in their work and listened.
Again the shout came, 'Let us out—let us out; we can't get out; open the door, please.'
'Whatever on earth is it?' said Rose Ann, coming up to her mother with an awestruck face.
'Ay, my dear, I don't know,' said her mother, who was trembling from head to foot. 'I never heard the like; I never did. Call your father, Rose Ann.'
The verger was in the choir, putting the books in order, and making all ready for the service. He came at once when his daughter called him.
'Listen, Joshua, listen,' said old Betty.
And once more the children called. 'Let us out, please; we're locked in; let us out.'
'Do ye think it's a ghost, Joshua?' said his wife, looking fearfully at the old tombs by which she was surrounded on all sides.
'Ghost! Rubbish!' said her husband; but he was as white as a sheet, and almost as frightened as she was.
'Let's go and tell the Dean,' said Rose Ann.