How is that fire going to be built, I'd like to know ?--every stick of wood burned out last night." There was no way but to go down into the wood-shed and get some.

It was yet early, and quite dark.
"Go the back stairs," said Gypsy, "so's not to wake people up." Joy opened the door, and jumped, with a scream that echoed through the silent entry.
"Hush-sh! What is the matter ?" "A--a--it's a _ghost_!" "A ghost! Nonsense!" Gypsy pushed by trembling Joy and ran out.

She, too, came back with a jump, and, though she did not scream, she did not say nonsense.
"What _can_ it be ?" It certainly did look amazingly like a ghost.

Something tall and white and ghastly, with awful arm extended.

The entry was very dark.
Joy sprang into bed and covered up her face in the clothes.