We paused in a group at the nearer end of the row of cabins and stood waiting for the ha'nt to show himself.

He was obliging.
Four or five minutes, and a faint flutter of white appeared in the distance at the farther end of the laurel walk.

Then as we stood with expectant eyes fixed on the spot, we saw a tall white figure sway across a patch of moonlight with a beckoning gesture in our direction, while the breeze bore a faintly whispered, "Come! Come!" We were none of us overbold; our faith was not strong enough to run the risk of spoiling the illusion.

With shrieks and laughter we turned and made helter-skelter for the house, breaking in among the elder members of the party with the panting announcement, "We've seen the ha'nt!" Polly loitered on the veranda while supper was being served, waiting, I suspect for Radnor to reappear.

I joined her, very willing indeed that the young man should delay.