Stand close and when the
door of the cottage blows open see that you enter by one door but do not
go out by the other. The west wind will blow thrice, then will die away.
It is for you to gather the child then. I can summon the wind but once.'"
"It thertainly had thome confidenthe in itthelf," observed Grace Thompson,
nodding her head.
"The fairies and the gnomes and the sprites and the banshees gathered
about the door of the shack," continued the first ghost, "Suddenly they
heard a wild, weird wailing off on the moor. The ghostly little
conspirators trembled with fear, for these midnight wailings, these
moaning winds across the moor boded no good for all of their kind. It
meant that the spirits of evil were abroad.
"Suddenly a mighty gale struck the little house, causing it to tremble
from cellar to roof. Then the front door burst open with a crash. The west
wind with an awful wail and roar rushed into the shack, carrying with it
the fairies and the gnomes and the sprites and the banshees. No sooner
were they inside the cottage than the other door burst open and all the
fairies and the gnomes and the sprites were hurled out and carried away on
the great gale. But one little banshee had found lodgment on a beam where
it clung until the gale had passed.
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