"A goblin means a sort of ghost; but nobody but simpletons believe in such things," added he, quickly, for he was too high-minded to wish to frighten his little cousin.
"O, I'm not at all afraid of such things," said Dotty quietly; "I've got all over it.

I know what ghosts are now; they are pumpkins." "Excuse my smiling," said Horace, laughing uproariously.
"You may laugh, cousin Horace, but I've seen them.

They have a candle inside; and that's why my father brought me out West, because the doctor said it frightened me so.

Why, they had to pour water over me and drown me almost to death, or I'd have died!" "I wonder!" "Yes, 'twas Johnny Eastman; but his mamma gave me a beautiful little tea-set, with _golder_ rims than the one that was burnt up; and Johnny and Percy both felt dreadfully." "Wanted the tea-set themselves--did they ?" "O, no; _they_ never play tea.

That isn't why they feel dreadfully; it's because, if they ever frighten me again, the Mayor'll have them put in the _penitential_, and they know it." "They were mean fellows; that's a fact," said Horace, with genuine indignation.