They begged so hard to be allowed to come that their mother at last consented, although they are only six years old.

She said she would dress up in a sheet and pillow-case herself, and come with them, to see that nothing happened to them, so I suppose she is somewhere in the line.

I was told that everybody in the neighbourhood was coming; old people as well as children, but I'll leave you to find out for yourself, as the fun of a party like this is in the guessing.

They will unmask before they go home." The procession glided on in silence until it reached the house, and then ranged itself in a long line in front of the group on the porch.
"There are thirty-eight," whispered Joyce.

"I counted them.