"I'll fix old Brossard now.
Jack and I have played ghost many a time, and have even scared each other while we were doing it, because we were so frightful-looking.

We put long sheets all over us and went about with pumpkin jack-o'-lanterns on our heads.

Oh, we looked awful, all in white, with fire shining out of those hideous eyes and mouths.

If I knew when Brossard was likely to whip you again, I'd suddenly appear on the scene and shriek out like a banshee and make him stop.

Wouldn't it be lovely ?" she cried, more carried away with the idea the longer she thought of it.