\"Whatnonsenseyoutalk，Elizabeth，\"youreply；\"Iamonlybarelypolitetoher。\"
\"Somemenhavesuchcuriousnotionsofpoliteness，\"returnsElizabeth。\"Butpraydonotletusquarrel。Iamonlyanxiousnottodisturbyou。Twoarecompany，youknow。Idon’tchoosetobethethird，that’sall。\"Withwhichshegoesout。
Andtheveiledladyisstillwaitingforyouup-stairs。Youwonderhowlongshewillstop，alsowhatwillhappenaftersheisgone。
Ifearthereisnoroomforyou，ghosts，inthisourworld。YourememberhowtheycametoHiawatha——theghostsofthedepartedlovedones。Hehadprayedtothemthattheywouldcomebacktohimtocomforthim，soonedaytheycreptintohiswigwam，satinsilenceroundhisfireside，chilledtheairforHiawatha，frozethesmilesofLaughingWater。
Thereisnoroomforyou，ohyoupoorpaleghosts，inthisourworld。Donottroubleus。Letusforget。You，stoutelderlymatron，yourthinlocksturninggrey，youreyesgrownweak，yourchinmoreample，yourvoiceharshwithmuchscoldingandcomplaining，needful，alas！tohouseholdmanagement，Iprayyouleaveme。Ilovedyouwhileyoulived。Howsweet，howbeautifulyouwere。Iseeyounowinyourwhitefrockamongtheapple-blossom。Butyouaredead，andyourghostdisturbsmydreams。