Your
worries are almost over. Mine are just beginning. Huddle up close,
Rosemary--I'm going to begin."
"I'm huddled," shivered Rosemary, crawling under Melissa's sheltering
arm.
"Now, this is a true story," began Melissa wearily. The children had
drawn close about her. "It's an honest true one about a ghost that
used to ha'nt my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather owned a
beautiful castle in France not far from Nice." She pronounced it with
the long sound of the vowel, and was promptly corrected by Marie
Louise. "I said it was my great-grandfather, not my niece," said the
storyteller sharply. "Well, onct upon a time he was engaged in a war--
the Communism war, I think it was. In the heat of battle one day he
cut off a great general's head, just like that. Goodness, don't jump
so, Rosemary! It rolled down a hill, bumpety-bump, swearing all the
way. You see, he was a very great general and was allowed to swear all
he pleased. He got his head cut off, so there's a warning for you boys
never to swear. Well, Grandpa got off of his fiery steed and looked
everywhere for the corpse's head.
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