“Oh! you saw it yesterday evening, in the twilight? And what was it like?”

“Arl in white⁠—as a ghaist should be,” answered the ghost-seer, with a confidence beyond his years.

“And where was it?”

“Away yander, in t’ kirkyard⁠—where a ghaist ought to be.”

“As a ‘ghaist’ should be⁠—where a ‘ghaist’ ought to be⁠—why, you little fool, you talk as if the manners and customs of ghosts had been familiar to you from your infancy! You have got your story at your fingers’ ends, at any rate. I suppose I shall hear next that you can actually tell me whose ghost it was?”

“Eh! but I just can,” replied Jacob, nodding his head with an air of gloomy triumph.