Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 edition. Excerpt: ... this May," said she, with a gasp. " I used to know her when I was a child. She was ten years old when she died. You ain't ever seen her. You hadn't ought to tell such stories." "I ain't seen her for a long time," said the little girl. "What made you say you'd seen her at all?" said Mrs. Holmes, sharply, thinking this was capitulation. "I did use to see her a long time ago, an' she used to wear a white dress, an' a wreath on her head. She used to come here an' play with me." The women looked at each other with pale, shocked faces; one nervous; one shivered. " She ain't quite right," she whispered. "Let's go." The women began filing away. Mrs. Holmes, who came last, stood about for a parting word to the child. " You can't have seen her," said she, severely, " an' you are a wicked girl to tell such stories. You mustn't do it again, remember." Nancy stood with her hand on Jane's stone, looking at her. " She did," she repeated, with mild obstinacy. " There's somethin' wrong about her, I guess," whispered Mrs. Holmes, rustling on after the others. " I see she looked kind of queer the minute I set eyes on her," said the nervous woman. When the four reached the front of the cemetery they sat down to rest for a few minutes. It was warm, and they had still quite a walk, nearly the whole width of the yard, to the other front corner where the horse and wagon were. They sat down in a row on a bank; the stout woman wiped her face; Mrs. Holmes straightened her bonnet. Directly opposite across the street stood two houses, so close to each other that their walls almost touched. One was a large square building, glossily white, with green blinds; the other was low, with a facing of whitewashed stone-work reaching to its lower windows, which somehow gave it...
