“He’ll think it’s a goblin,” said Milly, who had read a great many fairy-stories.
“There aren’t any goblins,” said Fred, who was always practical.
In the evening, soon after supper, they all went out and stuck it up on the end of a stray bean-pole, which they leaned up against the post of the garden gate. Dave Peters gave them a candle, which they lighted and thrust inside of the hollow head.
“Ugh, how ugly!” they said, and then went in the house to wait.
After a while Fred proposed going out to see how it looked again, and every one of the children followed him. What if the candle should have burned out or been blown out?
Fred gave a low whistle and stopped before he reached the gate, and all the children called, “What’s the matter?”
There the ugly thing hung, the light shining through the big empty eyes and grinning corn teeth, and just behind there was certainly a great white something that looked like wings!
“What’s that white thing?” said Milly, in a frightened whisper, as she clutched Fred’s arm.
“Let’s go back!” begged Amy and Janie.