The pull was soon forgotten; the sixpence lived on gratefully in a child's warm memory.
'Tell it,' she said; 'we give you leave.

We won't interrupt you unless you put in too many inventions.' 'You invite me to break the first law of storytelling, Miss Rose,' said the doctor, lifting a finger at her.

'Every man is bound to leave a story better than he found it.

However, I couldn't tell it if I would.
I don't know what makes the poor ghost walk; and if you do, I shall say you invent.

But at any rate there is a ghost, and she walks along the side of High Fell at midnight every Midsummer day.