"And no wondher," said Oonah. "Dear, but I think I'd lose my life if I seen the like?"
"But sure," said the widow, "wouldn't you know that ghosts never appears by day?"
"Ay, but I hadn't time to think o' that, bein' taken short wid the fright—more betoken, 't was the place the murdher happened in long ago."
"Sure enough," said the widow. "God betune us and harm!" and she marked herself with the sign of the cross as she spoke; "and a terrible murdher it was," added she.
"How was it?" inquired Oonah, drawing her seat closer to her aunt and Larry.
"'T was a schoolmaster, dear, that was found dead on the road one mornin', with his head full of fractions," said the widow.
"All in jommethry,"[3] ] said Larry.
"And some said he fell off the horse," said the widow.
"And more say the horse fell on him," said Larry.
"And again, there was some said the horse kicked him in the head," said the widow.