I saw them, going down the churchyard, and bellowed after them with all my lungs.

I wanted directions to The Crossways; I had missed my way at some turning.

In an instant they were vapour.' Diana smiled.

'It was indeed a voice to startle delicate apparitions! So do roar Hyrcanean tigers.

Pyramus and Thisbe--slaying lions! One of your ghosts carried a loaf of bread, and dropped it in fright; one carried a pound of fresh butter for home consumption.