the ghost; but now most truly she
believed it. The ghost--the ghost in very truth--was there. He was
facing her; he stood before her; he stood in her very path. How
mournful, how horrible, was his voice! How more than fearful was his
appearance! Her blood ran cold; her hair seemed to stand upright on
her head. Indescribable was her horror.

'Go, ghostie!' suddenly cried a familiar voice, 'You have no right to
torment an English maid. I 'll come out presently and dry your locks;
but be off with you now, be off! Get away, or I'll never dry your
dripping locks again!'

The ghost gave a hollow moan. There was the sound of many feet running
in different directions, and Leucha would certainly have fainted had
not Hollyhock put her firm young arm round her.

Oh, how she hated Hollyhock! And yet how she loved her at that moment!
The warm feeling of human flesh and blood was delicious. Lady Leucha
clung to Hollyhock and laid her head on her shoulder.

'Come, girlie; come,' said Hollyhock in her most seductive tones. 'My
Lord Alasdair had no right to ask _you_ to dry his locks. Lean on me,
lassie; lean on me. You did get an awful shock.'

'Oh, oh,' sobbed Leucha, 'then I did see a ghost!'

'You saw what you saw. Come along home now. I 'll see to you.'

'You are--Hollyhock,' said Leucha.

'Yes; and whyever not?'

'Then there _is_ a ghost, and you are going to dry his hair! How _can_
you--how _can_ you?'

'Poor ghost! I must do my little bit to comfort him,' said Hollyhock.
'Eh, but you are a real brave lass, that you are, Leuchy, my pet. Now
lean on me, and I 'll bring you in to the cosy house, and the warm
fire, and the good supper. There's no malice in Hollyhock. She's only
a bit wild. Oh, but won't I give it to that ghost; he had no right to
ask those services of an English girl!'

Firmer and firmer did Hollyhock support her trembling companion, and
the girl who hated her, but who clung to her so tightly at that moment,
entered the house with Hollyhock's arms about her.

There were a number of girls in the great hall--the most magnificent
hall in the country.

'Poor thing!' said Hollyhock, 'the ghostie walks this night, and I must
run to dry his wet locks; but get something hot for Leuchy to drink,
and comfort her all you can, lassies. A Scots ghost--my word! he had
no right to beg for the services of a maid from England. I of
Caledonia will go out and dry his wet locks!'

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