I'll sit quiet as a mouse.

But I'm afeard, out here." "Nonsense!" "I'm afeard o' the ghost.

There's something comin'-- let me in, co-o!" Taffy unlocked the door and held it half opened while he listened.
"Yes, there's somebody coming, on horseback.

Now, look here--it's no ghost, and I can't have you about here with people passing.
I--I don't want you here at all; so make haste and slip away home, that's a good girl." Lizzie glided like a shadow into the dark lane as the trample of hoofs drew close, and the rider pulled up beside the door.
"You're working late, I see.

Is it too late to make a shoe for Aide-de-camp here ?" It was Honoria.