"Oh," said William, suddenly enlightened, "you talkin' about ghosts?"
"Yes, ghosts, William."
Her air of deference flattered him. She evidently expected great things of him. Great things she should have. At the best of times with William imagination was stronger than cold facts.
He gave a short laugh.
"Oh, ghosts! Yes, I've seen some of 'em. I guess I have!"
Her face lit up.
"Will you tell me some of your experiences, William?" she said, humbly.
"Well," said William, loftily, "you won't go talkin' about it, will you?"
"Oh, no."
"Well, I've seen 'em, you know. Chains an' all. And skeletons. And ghostly arms beckonin' an' all that."