"It was really rather charming, wasn't it?
Everyone happy--the children and the old people especially.

And they all _so_ enjoyed Miss Bubbles' dressing up as a witch!" "Why, yes," said Pegler grudgingly.

"It was all very nice, ma'am, in a way, and, as you say, it all went off very well.

But there's a queer rumour got about already, ma'am." "A queer rumour?
What d'you mean, Pegler ?" "Quite a number of the village folk say that Mr.Varick's late lady, the one who used to live here--" Pegler stopped speaking suddenly, and went on brushing her mistress's hair more vigorously.
"Yes, Pegler ?"--Miss Farrow spoke with a touch of impatience.

"What about Mrs.Lionel Varick ?" "Well, ma'am, I don't suppose you'll credit it, but quite a number of them do say that her sperrit was there during this afternoon.