As I laid there in the shadder of the bushes I hearn a fluttering movement, light and gentle, on that porch.
Then, all of a sudden, I seen some one standing on the edge of the porch where the vines was gaped apart, and the moonlight was falling onto them.

They must of come there awful soft and still.

Whoever it was couldn't see into the shadder where I laid, that is, if it was a human and not a ghost.

Fur my first thought was it might be one of them ghosts I had been running down so that very day, and mebby the same one Miss Hampton seen on that very same porch.

I thought I was in fur it then, mebby, and I felt like some one had whispered to the back of my neck it ought to be scared.