"I claim you both as sons." Reginald grasped Harry Danton's extended hand, and shook it heartily.
"Being brothers, I trust we shall soon be better acquainted," he said.
"I am to supply Kate's place to-night in the tamarack walk.

I trust no loiterers will see us." "I trust not," said Harry, with an apprehensive shiver.

"I have been seen by so many, and have frightened so many that I begin to dread leaving my room night or day." "There is nothing to dread, I fancy," said Stanford, cheerfully, as they passed out, and down the steps.

"They take you for a ghost, you know.
Let them keep on thinking so, and you are all right.

You have given Danton Hall all it wanted to make it perfect--it is a haunted house." "It is haunted," said his companion, gloomily.