“Yes, but I ain’t hungry.” He was up to her now and past and he breathed easier.
[“These are Ghost apples,” said the girl.] Cal stopped and turned.
“They’re wha-what?” he stammered. The girl put her head back and laughed merrily. Then,
[“These are ghost apples,” said the girl]
“Ghost apples,” she repeated. “They come in pillow-cases.”
She smiled mischievously down at his alarmed and puzzled face. Cal glanced apprehensively toward the house.
“What do you know about pillow-cases?” he blurted.