"Poor John," exclaimed Clara J., "I had no idea you were so run down.Why, you're almost on the verge of nervous prostration. And howthoughtful you were to pick out a haunted home, for I do loveghosts. Didn't you know that? I'll tell you what let's do. I'llgive a prize for the first one who sees and speaks to this unhappyspirit--won't it be jolly? Where are you going, John?"

"Me, to the undertakers--I mean I must run back to town. Thattelegram this morning--important business--forgot all about it--seeyou later--don't breathe till I get back--I mean, don't live tillI--0h! the devil!"

Just then I fell over the lawn mower, picked myself up hastily andrushed off to city to find Bunch for I was certainly up against itgood and hard.