"You may come in now, ladies and gentlemen; the performance is just a-going to begin." "Sam heard a succession of crack cracks amongst the bones, and turning round he beheld a frightful-looking spectre, pointing with its finger to the door." "Was it wrapped up in a white sheet ?" inquired Jack.
"Yes, I rather think it was." "Very well, then, I believe the story; for spectres are invariably wrapped up in white sheets." "The bones, instead of remaining quietly piled up in the corner, had joined themselves together--the leg bones to the feet, the ribs to the back-bone--and the skull had stuck itself on the top.

Where the flesh came from, Sam could not tell; but he strongly suspected that his own steaks and bacon had something to do with it.

But, be that as it may, there was not half enough of fat to cover the bones, and the figure was dreadfully thin.

Sam stared at first in astonishment, and began to doubt whether he saw aright.

When, however, he beheld the figure move, there could be no mistake, and he knew at once that it was a ghost.
Anybody else would have been frightened out of their senses, but Sam took the matter philososophically and went on with his supper.
"'How d'ye do, old fellow ?' he said to the spectre.