"No, only a sort of shiver in coming out into the night-air."
Whatever it was, it was soon over. Mabyn seemed to be unusually cheerful. "Wenna," she said, "you're afraid of ghosts."
"No, I'm not."
"I know you are."
"I'm not half as much afraid of ghosts as you are, that's quite certain."
"I'll bet you you won't walk down through the wood."
"Just now?"
"Yes."
"Why, I'll not only go down through the wood, but I'll undertake to be home before you, though you've a broad road to guide you."
"But I did not mean you to go alone."