Кентервільський привид

           "That’squiteabsurd! Youhavemerelytogotobedandblowoutthecandle. Itisverydifficultsometimestokeepawake,especiallyatchurch,butthereisnodifficultyatallaboutsleeping. Why,evenbabiesknowhowtodothat,andtheyarenotveryclever." 

           "Ihavenotsleptforthreehundredyears,"hesaidsadly,andVirginia’sbeautifulblueeyesopenedinwonder; "forthreehundredyearsIhavenotslept,andIamsotired." 

           Virginiagrewquitegrave,andherlittlelipstrembledlikerose-leaves. Shecametowardshim,andkneelingdownathisside,lookedupintohisoldwitheredface. 

           "Poor,poorGhost,"shemurmured; "haveyounoplacewhereyoucansleep?" 

           "Farawaybeyondthepine-woods,"heanswered,inalow,dreamyvoice,"thereisalittlegarden. Therethegrassgrowslonganddeep,therearethegreatwhitestarsofthehemlockflower,therethenightingalesingsallnightlong. Allnightlonghesings,andthecoldcrystalmoonlooksdown,andtheyew-treespreadsoutitsgiantarmsoverthesleepers." 

           Virginia’seyesgrewdimwithtears,andshehidherfaceinherhands. 

           "YoumeantheGardenofDeath,"shewhispered.