Suddenly it stopped.

Patter, patter, came back the swift feet, and, trembling and shivering, she threw herself into Loftus's arms.
"I heard something--there's something in the avenue!" The moon was shining, and showed Mabel's face as white as a sheet.
"You silly child," said Loftus, "you heard a rabbit scuttling home.
Here, take my arm, and let us all get home as fast as we can.

Why, you are trembling from head to foot.

You are tired out, that's it.

Take her other arm, will you, Kate ?" "They say Rosendale is haunted," panted Mabel.
"Folly! Don't listen to such rubbish.