Surely some fairy parliament was being convened that night . Altogether , Rainbow Valley was not a canny place just then . Faith looked fearfully up the valley to the old Bailey garden . Then , if anybody 's blood ever did freeze , Faith Meredith 's certainly froze at that moment . The eyes of Carl and Una followed her entranced gaze and chills began gallopading up and down their spines also . For there , under the big tamarack tree on the tumble-down , grass-grown dyke of the Bailey garden , was something white -- shapelessly white in the gathering gloom . The three Merediths sat and gazed as if turned to stone . `` It 's -- it 's the -- calf , '' whispered Una at last . `` It 's -- too -- big -- for the calf , '' whispered Faith . Her mouth and lips were so dry she could hardly articulate the words . Suddenly Carl gasped , `` It 's coming here . '' The girls gave one last agonized glance . Yes , it was creeping down over the dyke , as no calf ever did or could creep . Reason fled before sudden , over-mastering panic . For the moment every one of the trio was firmly convinced that what they saw was Henry Warren 's ghost . Carl sprang to his feet and bolted blindly . With a simultaneous shriek the girls followed him . Like mad creatures they tore up the hill , across the road and into the manse . They had left Aunt Martha sewing in the kitchen . She was not there .
They rushed XXXXX the study .
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