VALLEY

SOMEHOW,CHAPTER XXXTHE GHOST ON THE DYKETheyFaith and Carl and Una could notshake off the hold which the story of Henry Warren'sghost had taken upon their imaginations.had never believed in ghosts. Ghost tales they hadheard a-plentyMary Vance had told some far moreblood-curdling than this; but those tales were all ofplaces and people and spooks far away and unknown.After the first half-awful, half-pleasant thrill of aweand terror they thought of them no more. But thisstory came home to them. The old Bailey garden wasalmost at their very door almost in their belovedRainbow Valley. They had passed and repasseditconstantly ; they had hunted for flowers in it ; they hadmade short cuts through it when they wished to gostraight from the village to the valley. But neveragain!After the night when MaryVance told themitsgruesome tale they would not have gone throughor near it on pain of death. Death ! What was deathcompared to the unearthly possibility of falling intothe clutches of Henry Warren's grovelling ghost?One warm July evening the three of them weresitting under the Tree Lovers, feeling a little lonely.298