S'pose this one here was to stick his skull out and say something!" "Don't Tom! It's awful." "Well, it just is.

Huck, I don't feel comfortable a bit." "Say, Tom, let's give this place up, and try somewheres else." "All right, I reckon we better." "What'll it be ?" Tom considered awhile; and then said: "The ha'nted house.

That's it!" "Blame it, I don't like ha'nted houses, Tom.

Why, they're a dern sight worse'n dead people.

Dead people might talk, maybe, but they don't come sliding around in a shroud, when you ain't noticing, and peep over your shoulder all of a sudden and grit their teeth, the way a ghost does.