more. Here's Jerry with a big string of trout and it's my turn
to cook them. Jem and Jerry both say I'm the best cook in the
Glen. And Cornelia told me I could bring up this batch of
cookies. I all but dropped them when I saw Henry's ghost."

Jerry hooted when he heard the ghost story--which Mary repeated
as she fried the fish, touching it up a trifle or so, since
Walter had gone to help Faith to set the table. It made no
impression on Jerry, but Faith and Una and Carl had been secretly
much frightened, though they would never have given in to it. It
was all right as long as the others were with them in the valley:
but when the feast was over and the shadows fell they quaked with
remembrance. Jerry went up to Ingleside with the Blythes to see
Jem about something, and Mary Vance went around that way home.
So Faith and Una and Carl had to go back to the manse alone.
They walked very close together and gave the old Bailey garden a
wide berth. They did not believe that it was haunted, of course,
but they would not go near it for all that.



CHAPTER XXX. THE GHOST ON THE DYKE

Somehow, Faith and Carl and Una could not shake off the hold
which the story of Henry Warren's ghost had taken upon their
imaginations. They had never believed in ghosts. Ghost tales
they had heard a-plenty--Mary Vance had told some far more
blood-curdling than this; but those tales were all of places and
people and spooks far away and unknown. After the first
half-awful, half-pleasant thrill of awe and terror they thought