Then he hastily told her the whole story of the lost leg, and by watching her intently he felt sure that he was right, and finally he asked: “What would you suggest in order that those misplaced members might be restored to their rightful owners?" “Oh, sir, it is a terrible thing, and I really do not know what should be done, other than that you should take the one I have and turn your back and take it from behind you, and carry it so, covered with your coat, and bring back mine in the same way, and manage so that no one shall see the transfer.” “Young lady, you are as sensible as you are lovely, and it shall be done as you say.” Saying that the young man threw off his coat and in a moment more had lifted it with something in it and made his way to the ghost in the corner waiting for him. He lost no time in dropping the offending leg as crabs drop theirs when they like, and tried the other. As he did so he cried joyfully: “My friend, accept the thanks of a man who has nothing else to offer, but please go back to that young lady and when she is settled please offer her my thanks and hopes that she has suffered no inconvenience.” “I think it would be the fair thing if you asked her to dance with you since she has been so long deprived on your account.” “I couldn’t, I really couldn’t! I will wait here until you come back, and I beg you not to be long.” The young man hastened away on his important errand, and soon had the satisfaction of knowing that the young lady was very grateful to have her own long lost limb restored. She expressed herself so gracefully that the young man thought what a pity it was that she was dead. On plea of important business he left her, for he was afraid that she would expect him to offer to dance with her, but almost before he reached the ghost who was gleefully stamping his recovered leg, he saw her being led out for a polka. And she showed as keen a gusto as the good-natured ghost had with the pipe and the rest. As soon as the young man returned the ghost who had now become quite cheerful said: “My dear young friend, what a burden you have lifted from my heart! You have restored me my fine leg. What an outrage to permit any one to be so maimed.” “Had you no friends to protect you against such treatment?” “No, for they are all dead, too, and so could not help me. They all lie in this churchyard, and probably will be left in peace, but if it is in human power to get this land where they lie they like the rest of us will have to make place for the living. The city will want the ground, and then it will be, ‘Come along old bones, get up and travel, We need that ground to build on, and the dead have no rights beside the living.’”