It's rheumatics I shall have to-morrow in all me bones," she growled.
She plodded along at Grace's side with such an injured expression that Grace felt like laughing outright at the picture of offended dignity that she presented.
Grace chatted gayly as they proceeded and Bridget answered her sallies with grunts and monosyllables.

When they reached the turn of the road Grace said: "Bridget, let's take the short cut.

The walking is good and we'll save ten minutes' time by doing it." "Phast that haunted house ?" gasped Bridget.

"Niver! May the saints presarve us from hants." "Nonsense," laughed Grace.

"There are no such things as ghosts, and you know it.