"Where did you pass the night ?" "At the old Cronin farm, I guess," Addison replied.
"That lonesome place!" the old Squire exclaimed.
"It _was_ slightly lonesome," Addison admitted dryly.
"Did you see a ghost ?" one of the men asked with a grin.
"Not a white one," Addison replied.

"But we saw something pretty big and black.

There were owls in the chimney and foxes in the cellar--also a bear.

I guess that's all the ghost there is.

But there's a hay bill for somebody to pay; about three hundredweight, I think." From there on, with the men to help us, we made better progress, and before noon we had delivered the flock to its new owner.