rls, among them was Hazel Holland. Patricia
Scott and Cora Kidder had long since retired to a safe distance from the
apparition.

The words of the Guardian somehow seemed to reassure the trembling Tommy.
Then, too, she saw that Harriet did not run. Harriet had thrown herself
upon the ground and was sitting with her head in hands, her shoulders
shaking. What Tommy did not know was that Harriet was not shaking with
fear, but with laughter.

The apparition was slowly approaching the little group of girls, with arms
waving and the weird "woo-oo-oo" becoming louder and louder. Two of the
half dozen who had stood their ground now turned and fled precipitately.

Tommy Thompson still stood her ground, with trembling limbs. All at once
her eyes narrowed. A crafty expression took the place of the look of fear
on her small face. Then to the amazement of the girls who still remained,
Tommy crept cautiously around until she got to the rear of the approaching
figure. Now and then as she thought the giant banshee was about to turn
around, Tommy would leap back as lightly as a cat.

Mrs. Livingston forgot her dignity and laughed until her eyes were dimmed
with tears.

The little girl made a sudden dive and a grab. Her fingers closed over a
piece of the banshee's robe. She felt something else in her grasp and gave
a mighty tug.

There was a shrill scream from the banshee. Harriet sprang away believing
that the apparition was about to fall on her. The girls fled. This was too
much for them. They did not think far enough to realize that what they had
heard was a most human scream and that it could have come only from a
human throat.

Down came the giant banshee in a mighty fall.

"Save me!" wailed the gigantic falling figure.

It was now too late to do anything toward saving the luckless banshee. The
drapery fell away in its struggles to right itself and the terrified
apparition perched upon a pair of stilts fell sprawling close to the fire
which by this time had burned very low, else the banshee's robes might
have been permanently singed.

Tommy uttered a little shriek.

"It'th Crathy Jane! It'th Crathy Jane! Thomebody thave her!"

Harriet Burrell was the "somebody" who sprang to the rescue. No sooner had
Jane touched the ground than Harriet was dragging her away, rolling her on
the ground, patting out the little flames that sprang up here and there
from her clothing. This was made the more difficult because of the long
st