“Likely it was an owl,” said Susan, unstirred.
An owl! The Meredith children never had any opinion of Susan’s intelligence after that!
“It was bigger than a million owls,” said Carl, sobbing—oh, how ashamed Carl was of that sobbing in after days—“and it—it GROVELLED just as Mary said—and it was crawling down over the dyke to get at us. Do owls CRAWL?”
Rosemary looked at Susan.
“They must have seen something to frighten them so,” she said.
“I will go and see,” said Susan coolly. “Now, children, calm yourselves. Whatever you have seen, it was not a ghost. As for poor Henry Warren, I feel sure he would be only too glad to rest quietly in his peaceful grave once he got there. No fear of HIM venturing back, and that you may tie to. If you can make them see reason, Miss West, I will find out the truth of the matter.”