shores they would see. Nan and Di meant to go to Europe. Walter
longed for the Nile moaning past its Egyptian sands, and a
glimpse of the sphinx. Faith opined rather dismally that she
supposed she would have to be a missionary--old Mrs. Taylor told
her she ought to be--and then she would at least see India or
China, those mysterious lands of the Orient. Carl's heart was
set on African jungles. Una said nothing. She thought she
would just like to stay at home. It was prettier here than
anywhere else. It would be dreadful when they were all grown up
and had to scatter over the world. The very idea made Una feel
lonesome and homesick. But the others dreamed on delightedly
until Mary Vance arrived and vanished poesy and dreams at one
fell swoop.

"Laws, but I'm out of puff," she exclaimed. "I've run down that
hill like sixty. I got an awful scare up there at the old Bailey
place."

"What frightened you?" asked Di.

"I dunno. I was poking about under them lilacs in the old
garden, trying to see if there was any lilies-of-the-valley out
yet. It was dark as a pocket there--and all at once I seen
something stirring and rustling round at the other side of the
garden, in those cherry bushes. It was WHITE. I tell you I
didn't stop for a second look. I flew over the dyke quicker than
quick. I was sure it was Henry Warren's ghost."

"Who was Henry Warren?" asked Di.