"What could happen?
No one ever comes along Yew-lane; and if they did they wouldn't hurt me." "I know no one ever comes near it when they can help it," was the reply; "so, to be sure, you couldn't get set upon.

And a pious lad of your sort wouldn't mind no other kind.

Not like ghosts, or anything of that." And Bully Tom looked round at his companion; a fact disagreeable from its rarity.
"I don't believe in ghosts," said Bill, stoutly.
"Of course you don't," sneered his tormentor; "you're too well educated.

Some people does, though.

I suppose them that has seen them does.