"Signor, it is all," he said.

"That Englishman wrote everything after endless questioning." So you see, my dear, that our new home is not without superstitious interests of its own.

It is rather a nice idea, is it not, to have a dead woman cruising round our promontory in a coffin?
I doubt if even at Croom you can beat that.

"Makes the place kind of homey," as an American would say.

When you come, Aunt Janet, you will not feel lonesome, at any rate, and it will save us the trouble of importing some of your Highland ghosts to make you feel at home in the new land.