"Does she fancy the wood is haunted?"
"No, why?"
"I believe she does."
"They used to say it was. Granny used to say so. She gave me some dreadful whippings for coming here. Poor Granny was just like Mrs. Dale about it—always saying it wasn't right for me to come here."
Dale had settled the girl on his knees so that she sat now without any support from him. His hands had dropped to the rough surface of the tree; and he spoke in his ordinary voice.
"Look here, Norah, never mind for a moment what your Granny said. Tell me what it was that my wife said."
"When do you mean? Last time she was angry?"
"I mean, whatever she said—and whenever she said it—about ghosts or hauntings."
"Oh, a long time ago. It was to Mrs. Goudie."