“Great dog,” said he; “why, man, it was as big as a blooming cow. Come inside.”
With that we entered the house, and he related the story which is recorded in the foregoing narrative. At the conclusion I suggested that the spectre might have been a cow.
The man shook his head.
“It was no cow,” said he solemnly. “It was a ghost. I never want to see the thing again if I live to be a hundred years old.”
[XXIII.]
The Boggart of Godley Green.
