So! It was even so with the uncle of my father.

Hush up yourself, and bring to me the box of chocolates of my table.

I will gif to you one.

You shall for one time have something pleasant on the end of your tongue, even if you must swallow him after." Ezekiel grinned.

"Ye ain't afraid o' bein' left alone with the ghost that haunts the garden, Miss Rosita ?" "After YOU--never-r-r." "I'll find Mrs.Demorest and send her to ye," said Ezekiel, hesitatingly.
"Eh, to attract here the ghost?
Thank you, no, very mooch." Ezekiel's face contracted until nothing but his bright peering gray eyes could be seen.