Now and then as she thought the giant banshee was about to turn
around, Tommy would leap back as lightly as a cat.
Mrs. Livingston forgot her dignity and laughed until her eyes were dimmed
with tears.
The little girl made a sudden dive and a grab. Her fingers closed over a
piece of the banshee's robe. She felt something else in her grasp and gave
a mighty tug.
There was a shrill scream from the banshee. Harriet sprang away believing
that the apparition was about to fall on her. The girls fled. This was too
much for them. They did not think far enough to realize that what they had
heard was a most human scream and that it could have come only from a
human throat.
Down came the giant banshee in a mighty fall.
"Save me!" wailed the gigantic falling figure.
It was now too late to do anything toward saving the luckless banshee. The
drapery fell away in its struggles to right itself and the terrified
apparition perched upon a pair of stilts fell sprawling close to the fire
which by this time had burned very low, else the banshee's robes might
have been permanently singed.
Tommy uttered a little shriek.
"It'th Crathy Jane! It'th Crathy Jane! Thomebody thave her!"
Harriet Burrell was the "somebody" who sprang to the rescue. No sooner had
Jane touched the ground than Harriet was dragging her away, rolling her on
the ground, patting out the little flames that sprang up here and there
from her clothing.
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