"Certainly. Of course I can't shake your hand, but I can shake my own," and with that the Ghost held two long white arms in front of him, joined the ends (one really couldn't call them hands) and waved them up and down.
Much relieved, Billy clasped his own two hands and feebly shook them—and my, how cold and clammy they felt!
"Well, good-by, I must be going," said Billy nervously.
"Don't go yet—let's talk over old times. And by the way, you don't happen to know a quiet family, keeping two servants, no children preferred, who wants to hire a respectable ghost. Thoroughly tame—will eat out of the hand—terms reasonable and references exchanged. Guaranteed to give satisfaction or money returned. If desired can take the shape of an old ancestor. Guarding buried treasure extra." And the Ghost rattled this off as if he had learned it by heart.
"No," said Billy, "I really do not—in fact, I'm sure I don't."
"Come up to the house and spend an unpleasant evening."—Page 217.
"Now that's too bad—but perhaps you would hire me—I'll make it cheap for old acquaintance' sake," said the Ghost wistfully.
"No," said Billy quickly, "I don't think I care to be haunted."