They had square heads, and great round holes for eyes, and the candle that each one carried flashed across a hideous grinning face, whose mouth and nose had been drawn with burnt cork.

The leader of this strange procession was a veritable giant,--the Goliath of all the ghosts,--for he loomed up above them to nearly twice the height of the tallest one in the line.

It took two sheets to cover him; one flapped about his long thin legs, and one swung from his shoulders, swaying from side to side as he moved noiselessly along with gigantic strides.
"Oh, mothah, it's awful!" whispered the Little Colonel, clinging around Mrs.Sherman's neck.
"It is almost enough to frighten one," she replied.

"But they are all friends of yours, Lloyd.

For instance, the giant is nobody but your good friend and playfellow, Robby Moore, on stilts; and somewhere in that bunch of little tots at the tail end of the procession are those funny little Cassidy twins, Bethel and Ethel.