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“Rather like a dear little girl, that so will find her mother,” Mrs. Bennett reassured.,“What is Fuji Mamas?”,“They smell like the sunbeams was sprinklin’ them with scent,” she declared as she and Moses brought the last basketful into the house. Mrs. Wopp’s nightgown of ample proportions was left out a little longer being still somewhat damp.,but not the strong log house where——” He hesitated, and May Nell quoted on glibly,,He went out. May Nell stared after him, dazed and trembling. When the key turned in the lock she looked around wildly; ran to the window and tried it. It was nailed down. For a second she stood quite still, gazing straight before her. Then the horror of her plight swept over her; she threw herself on the bed, a crumpled little heap, buried her face in the pillow, and sobbed piteously.,As Mrs. Wopp was preparing for bed that night, she recalled the sensation the sight of her reckless offspring had given her.,May Nell didn’t understand, but thought it best to answer in the affirmative. Beyond that she said nothing, but trudged along by his side till they came to the road and turned toward the haunted house, when he took her suddenly in his arms and walked on in the deepest of the dusty ruts.,“Well, well, you don’t say!”,“That’s good news. Run ahead, boy, and show us the way. Fly, fly!”,Mrs. Wopp’s face assumed a forgiving air as she accepted this defence. Then began that portion of the story that leads up to the tragic culmination.,“I like ‘Ladybird,’ but not ‘bully,’” the little girl returned shyly.,“No; but I stop here sometimes. Are you afraid of ghosts?”.