frighten you into hysterics, 
MIss March.  At the top of these steps he came plump upon a sight
that took his breath away and chilled his blood..."

"A tall figure, all in white with a veil over its face and a
lamp in its wasted hand," went on Meg.  "It beckoned, gliding
noiselessly before him down a corridor as dark and cold as any
tomb.  Shadowy effigies in armor stood on either side, a dead
silence reigned, the lamp burned blue, and the ghostly figure ever
and anon turned its face toward him, showing the glitter of awful
eyes through its white veil.  They reached a curtained door, behind
which sounded lovely music.  He sprang forward to enter, but the
specter plucked him back, and waved threateningly before him a..."

"Snuffbox," said Jo, in a sepulchral tone, which convulsed the
audience.  "`Thankee, ' said the knight politely, as he took a pinch
and sneezed seven times so violently that his head fell off.  `Ha!
Ha!' laughed the ghost, and having peeped through the keyhole at the
princesses spinning away for dear life, the evil  picked up
her victim and put him in a large tin box, where there were eleven
other knights packed together without their heads