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His ghost! Right here in this room! I jist been talkin’ to him!

Glory be! Then he’s walkin’!

What ’d he say, Rufe?

[Starts]

I don’t mind it all now!

[Swaying back and forth in a frenzy of excitement]

Did he look natchel, Rufe? An’ whar’d he go?

Shucks, Meg! Don’t let him git you all worked up over nothin’! He’s lost what little mind he ever had!

Other folks has seen ghosts an’ talked to ’em—folks ’ith jist as good sense as you’ve got!

But only folks that believe in ’em. It’s quair they don’t come after the ole doubtin’ Thomases like me once an’ a while