The bold little shepherd had been eyeing that grove for a long time. He knew that pretty ghost lady was no gho…
The bold little shepherd had been eyeing that grove for a long time. He knew that pretty ghost lady was no ghost, and that muddle-headed old painter was actually sharp in the head. Sharp enough to make the ghost lady mad half to death. Still, in the end, the boy gave what he found to the man sleeping by the well. He recognized him—that was the young master of Heaven's Pier. A fellow townsman!