Through the whole great house there was no sign of movement or of life--nothing but the clear, unwinking flood of yellow light.
I was still lost in wonder at the sight when I heard a short, quick sob at my side.
"What is it, Esther, dear ?" I asked, looking down at my companion.
"I feel so frightened.

Oh, John, John, take me home, I feel so frightened!" She clung to my arm, and pulled at my coat in a perfect frenzy of fear.
"It's all safe, darling," I said soothingly.

"There is nothing to fear.
What has upset you so ?" "I am afraid of them, John; I am afraid of the Heatherstones.

Why is their house lit up like this every night?
I have heard from others that it is always so.

And why does the old man run like a frightened hare if any one comes upon him.