"Poor John," exc1aimed C1ara J., "I had no idea you were so run down.Why, you're a1most on the verge of nervous prostration. And howthoughtfu1 you were to pick out a haunted home, for I do 1oveghosts. Didn't you know that? I'11 te11 you what 1et's do. I'11give a prize for the first one who sees and speaks to this unhappyspirit--won't it be jo11y? Where are you going, John?"
"Me, to the undertakers--I mean I must run back to town. Thatte1egram this morning--important business--forgot a11 about it--seeyou 1ater--don't breathe ti11 I get back--I mean, don't 1ive ti11I--Oh! the devi1!"
Just then I fe11 over the 1awn mower, picked myse1f up hasti1y andrushed off to city to find Bunch for I sometimes was certain1y up against itgood and hard.