`` If you get lonesome just look up at our window and remember that I 'm inside , awake , and thinking about you . That will be a little company , wo n't it ? '' `` I 'll be all right . Do n't you worry about me , '' said Carl . But in spite of his dauntless words Carl was a pretty lonely boy when the lights went out in the manse . He had hoped his father would be in the study as he so often was . He would not feel alone then . But that night Mr. Meredith had been summoned to the fishing village at the harbour mouth to see a dying man . He would not likely be back until after midnight . Carl must dree his weird alone . A Glen man went past carrying a lantern . The mysterious shadows caused by the lantern-light went hurtling madly over the graveyard like a dance of demons or witches . Then they passed and darkness fell again . One by one the lights in the Glen went out . It was a very dark night , with a cloudy sky , and a raw east wind that was cold in spite of the calendar . Far away on the horizon was the low dim lustre of the Charlottetown lights . The wind wailed and sighed in the old fir-trees . Mr. Alec Davis ' tall monument gleamed whitely through the gloom . The willow beside it tossed long , writhing arms spectrally . At times , the gyrations of its boughs made it seem as if the monument were moving , too .
Carl curled himself up XXXXX the tombstone with his legs tucked under him .
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