Polly, her white dress gleaming in the moonlight, her eyes filled with laughter, her cheeks glowing with excitement, was the most entrancing little creature I have ever seen.
She was so bubbling over with youth and light-heartedness that I felt, in contrast, as if I were already tottering on the brink of the grave.

I was just thirty that summer, but if I live to be a hundred I shall never feel so old again.
"Well Solomon," I remarked as I helped myself to some cakes he was passing, "we've been consorting with ghosts tonight." "I reckon dis yere gohs would answer to de name o' Marse Radnah," said Solomon, with a wise shake of his head.

"But just de same it ain't safe to mock at ha'nts.

Dey'll get it back at you when you ain't expectin' it!" After an intermission of half an hour or so the music commenced again, but still no Radnor.

Polly cast more than one glance in the direction of the laurels and the sparkle in her eyes grew ominous.