"I don't see why we should be punished at all," said Faith, rather sulkily. "We didn't do anything wrong. We couldn't help being frightened. And it won't do father any harm. It was just an accident."  
"You were cowards," said Jerry with scorn, "and you gave way to your . That is why you should be punished. Everybody will laugh at you about this, and that is a disgrace to the family."
 
"If you knew how awful the whole thing was," said Faith with a shiver, "you would think we had been punished enough already. I wouldn't go through it again for anything in the whole world."
 
"I believe you'd have run yourself if you'd been there," muttered
Carl.
"From an old woman in a cotton sheet," mocked Jerry. "Ho, ho, ho!"
 
"It didn't look a bit like an old woman," cried Faith. "It was just a great, big, white thing crawling about in the grass just as Mary Vance said Henry Warren did. It's all very fine for you to laugh, Jerry Meredith, but you'd have laughed on the other side of your mouth if you'd been there. And how are we to be punished? I don't think it's fair, but let's know what we have to do, Judge Meredith!"
 
"The way I look at it," said Jerry, frowning, "is that Carl was the most to blame. He bolted first, as I understand it. Besides, he was a boy, so he should have stood his ground to protect you girls, whatever the danger was. You know that, Carl, don't you?"
 
"I s'pose so," Carl shamefacedly.
 
"Very well. This is to be your punishment. To-night you'll sit on Mr. Hezekiah Pollock's tombstone in the alone, until twelve o'clock."
 
Carl gave a little . The graveyard was not so very far from the old Bailey garden. It would be a trying , but Carl was anxious to wipe out his disgrace and prove that he was not a coward after all.
 
"All right," he said sturdily. "But how'll I know when it is twelve?"
 
"The study windows are open and you'll hear the clock striking. And mind you that you are not to out of that graveyard until the last stroke. As for you girls, you've got to go without jam at supper for a week."
 
Faith and Una looked rather blank. They were inclined to think that even Carl's comparatively short though sharp agony was punishment than this long drawn-out ordeal. A whole week of soggy bread without the saving grace of jam! But no shirking was permitted in the club. The girls accepted their lot with such philosophy as they could summon up.
 
That night they all went to bed at nine, except Carl, who was already keeping vigil on the tombstone. Una slipped in to bid him good night. Her tender heart was with sympathy.
 
"Oh, Carl, are you much scared?" she whispered.
 
"Not a bit," said Carl airily.
 
"I won't sleep a till after twelve," said Una. "If you get lonesome just look up at our window and remember that I'm inside, awake, and thinking about you. That will be a little company, won't it?"
 
"I'll be all right. Don't you worry about me," said Carl.
 
But in spite of his dauntless words Carl was a pretty lonely boy when the lights went out in the manse. He had hoped his father would be in the study as he so often was. He would not feel alone then. But that night Mr. Meredith had been summoned to the fishing village at the harbour mouth to see a dying man. He would not likely be back until after midnight. Carl must dree his alone.
 
A Glen man went past carrying a lantern. The mysterious shadows caused by the lantern-light went hurtling madly over the graveyard like a dance of or witches. Then they passed and darkness fell again. One by one the lights in the Glen went out. It was a very dark night, with a cloudy sky, and a raw east wind that was cold in spite of the calendar. Far away on the horizon was the low dim of the Charlottetown lights. The wind and sighed in the old fir-trees. Mr. Alec Davis' tall monument gleamed whitely through the gloom. The beside it tossed long, arms . At times, the gyrations of its made it seem as if the monument were moving, too.
 
Carl curled himself up on the tombstone with his legs tucked under him. It wasn't pleasant to hang them over the e............