`` Somebody killed or something like that , you know . Nothing like that ever happened in our family . The Kings have always been respectable . '' `` Perhaps it is Emily King 's ghost , '' whispered Felix . `` She never appeared anywhere but in the orchard , '' said the Story Girl . `` Oh , oh , children , is n't there something under Uncle Alec 's tree ? '' We peered fearfully through the gloom . There WAS something -- something that wavered and fluttered -- advanced -- retreated -- `` That 's only my old apron , '' said Felicity . `` I hung it there to-day when I was looking for the white hen 's nest . Oh , what shall we do ? Uncle Roger may not be back for hours . I CA N'T believe there 's anything in the house . '' `` Maybe it 's only Peg Bowen , '' suggested Dan . There was not a great deal of comfort in this . We were almost as much afraid of Peg Bowen as we would be of any spectral visitant . Peter scoffed at the idea . `` Peg Bowen was n't in the house before your Uncle Roger locked it up , and how could she get in afterwards ? '' he said . `` No , it is n't Peg Bowen . It 's SOMETHING that WALKS . ''
`` I know a story about a ghost , '' said the Story Girl , the ruling passion strong even XXXXX extremity .
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