CHAPTER XII.
GRANNIE'S GHOST STORY.
Things went on very quietly.

The glorious days of harvest came and went, and left the fields bare for the wintry revelling of great blasts.

The potatoes were all dug up, and again buried--deeper than before, in pits, with sheets of straw and blankets of earth to protect them from the biting of the frost.

Their stalks and many weeds with them were burned, and their ashes scattered.

Some of the land was ploughed, and some left till the spring.