"Oh, dear, dear!" cried the girl, pressing her hair back with her hands. "What shall I do, what shall I do! She meant the burying ground where the man was buried that took the sleeping-stuff--that you came home and told us of, Mr. Snagsby--that frightened me so, Mrs. Snagsby. Oh, I am frightened again. Hold me!"
"You are so much better now," sald I. "Pray, pray tell me more."
"Yes I will, yes I will! But don't be angry with me, that's a dear lady, because I have been so ill."

"Oh, dear, dear!" cried the girl. "What shall I do, what shall I do! She meant the burying ground where the man was buried that took the sleeping-stuff - that you told us of, Mr. Snagsby. Oh, I am frightened again. Hold me!"
"You are so much better now," said I. "Pray, pray tell me more."
"Yes, I will! But don't be angry with me, that's a dear lady."
