They decided one night to test out his belief in ghosts. One of them took a white sheet to the barn, hid at a corner and put the sheet over his head in the manner of the most approved ghost.
As Urbin sang the saddest climax of the tragic ballad, the youth stepped out of hiding into his view.
Urbin got one glance, sprang up and ran headlong for the house, reaching the outlying cookhouse as the nearest haven of refuge.
There sat Grandma, beside the warm kitchen stove, calmly smoking her clay pipe.comments