A boy was eating peppermints in the shade of his copy-book this very night.

I did box his ears; but I wish I had seized the goodies, they might have kept you quiet." "Thank you," was the reply, "I abhor peppermint; but I have got some lozenges, if that will satisfy you.

And when I smell ghosts, I can smother myself in my pocket-handkerchief." Master Arthur laughed boisterously.
"We shall smell one if brimstone will do it.

I hope he won't set himself on fire, or the scenic effect will be stronger than we bargained for." This was the beginning of a desultory conversation carried on at intervals between the two young gentlemen, of which, though Bill heard every sentence, he couldn't understand one.

He made one effort to discover what Master Arthur was alluding to, but with no satisfactory result, as we shall see.
"Please, Master Arthur," he said desperately, "you don't think there'll be two ghosts, do you, Sir ?" "I should say," said Master Arthur, so slowly and with such gravity that Bill felt sure he was making fun of him, "I should say, Bill, that if a place is haunted at all there is no limit to the number of ghosts--fifty quite as likely as one.