"I don't like that noise a bit," whispered Rose, standing close to her
brother. "It--it makes me all shivery."

"But, if it is only just a woman calling----"

"There must be something awful the matter with her, if she has to scream
like that," declared Rose.

As they did not hear the noise again for a little while, both of them
plucked up courage, and they went on to the burned cabin. The sticks
they had set up were still standing. Russ fastened each of the four
pasteboard "letters" to a stick at the four corners of Mammy June's
ruined house.

There was light enough from the stars for the two children to see quite
plainly what they were about. Rose, however, was looking all about them
while Russ did the work of setting up the printed signs for Sneezer
Meiggs to see if he came home unexpectedly.

"What do you expect to see, Rose?" demanded her brother loftily.

"I don't know. Philly says ha'nts are all in white."

"I don't see anything very white around here," rejoined Russ.

"But there are so many colored folks, perhaps some of the ha'nts might
be black," suggested Rose. "Then we wouldn't see them very well in the
shadows."

"I don't believe----" began Russ.