THE SPIEIT OF THE SINGING HOUSE 



" Here they are ; there they are," said the voice. 



" Where are your shins? " she asked. 



" Here they are; there they are," it whispered. 



As she could not see anything, she felt of him 

 with her hands to make sure he was there, and 

 when she touched his knees she found that he was 

 a bandy-legged man with knees bent outward and 

 forward. She kept on asking, " Where are your 

 hips? Where are your shoulders? Where is 

 your neck? " And each time the voice answered, 

 " Here it is; there it is." 



At last she asked, " Where is your head? " 



" Here it is; there it is," the spirit whispered, 

 hoarsely. 



But as the woman touched the head, all of a 

 sudden she fell dead. It had no bones and no 

 hair. 



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