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"Is this what you used to do on Halloween?" asked the Witch boy

"This, and more But, let me introduce myself! Moundshroud is the na, boys? Does it sound for you?"

It sounds, the boys thought, oh, oh, it sounds!

Moundshroud

"A fine naht-church sound "And a fine night And all the deep dark wild long history of Halloaiting to shole!"

"S us?"

"Yes!" cried Moundshroud "Lads, look at yourselves Why are you, boy, wearing that Skull face? And you, boy, carrying a scythe, and you, lad, made up like a Witch? And you, you, you!" He thrust his bony finger at each mask "You don't know, do you? You just put on those faces and old mothball clothes and jump out, but you don't really know, do you?"

"Well," said Tom, a mouse behind his skull-white muslin "Er--no"

"Yeah," said the Devil boy "Coered his red cloak and sharp rubber horns and lovely pitchfork

"And raveyard sheets

And all the boys were given to wonder, and touched their own costumes and refit their own masks

"Then wouldn't it be fun for you to find out?" asked Mr Moundshroud "I'll tell you! No, I'll show you! If only there was time--"

"It's only six thirty Halloween hasn't even begun!" said Tom-in-his-cold-bones

"True!" said Mr Moundshroud "All right, lads--co!"

He strode They ran