St uncus had vanished, and she saw Christopher Mark like a little fat ghost, with his soul shining inside him.
"Half-Past Bedtime"
H. H. Bashford
No wonder, she thought, that St uncus looked so happy.
"Half-Past Bedtime"
H. H. Bashford
So he stopped and asked her, and she was very glad, because she had nothing particular to do; and she told him all about St uncus and the fire and what it was like being nearly burnt to death.
"Half-Past Bedtime"
H. H. Bashford