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 to the study . It was dark and tenantless . As with one impulse , they swung around and made for Ingleside -- but not across Rainbow Valley . Down the hill and through the Glen street they flew on the wings of their wild terror , Carl in the lead , Una bringing up the rear .
Nobody tried XXXXX stop them , though everybody who saw them wondered what fresh devilment those manse youngsters were up to now .
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