MRS. VEAL’S GHOST
Now you are going to hear a ghost story published, but he says, not written, by Daniel Defoe the author of ‘Robinson Crusoe.’ If you read it carefully, you will find how very curious it is.
Miss Veal, or as she was then called according to custom, Mrs. Veal, was an unmarried lady of about thirty living with her only brother in Dover. She was a delicate woman, and frequently had fits, during which she would often stop in the middle of a sentence, and begin to talk nonsense. These fits probably arose from not having had enough food or warm clothes in her childhood, for her father was not only a poor man but also a selfish one, and was too full of his own affairs to look after his children. One comfort, however, she had, in a little girl of her own age, named Lodowick, who often used to bring her neighbour half of her own dinner, and gave her a thick wadded tippet to wear over her bare shoulders.
Years passed away and the girls grew to women, meeting as frequently as of old and reading together the pious books of the day, ‘Drelincourt upon Death’ being perhaps their favourite. Then gradually a change took place. Old Veal died; the son was given a place in the Customs, and his sister went to keep house for him. She was well-to-do now, and had no longer any need of a friend to provide her with food and clothes, and little by little she became busy with her new life, and forgot the many occasions on which she had exclaimed gratefully to her playfellow, ‘You are not only the best, but the only friend I have in the world, and nothing shall ever loosen our friendship.’ Now she visited in the houses of people who were richer and grander than herself
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