"You're different in a heap o' ways.

'Tain't that you wear different clothes, for you don't, no more.

Nor, 'taint that you act like you were any better'n us.

I don't know what it is, but it's somethin'.

Take your stayin' here in Mutton Hollow, now; honest, Dad, ain't you afear'd to stay here all alone at nights ?" "Afraid?
afraid of what ?" he looked at her curiously.
"Hants," said the girl, lowering her voice; "down there." She pointed toward the old ruined cabin under the bluff.