I thought it was a bo-lo.

NICHOLAS:
Bo-los or horneys or wirrakows can’t scare me:
And I like to hear the jinneyhoolets scritching:
It gives me such a queer, cold, creepy feeling.
I like to feel the shivers in my hair.
When I’m a man I’ll ride the fells by moonlight,
Like the mosstroopers, when the owls are skirling.
They used to gallop on their galloways,
The reivers, dad says ...

(_The owl calls again, and is answered by its mate; and then they seem
to be flying round and round Krindlesyke, hooting shrilly._)

RALPH:
Oh, there it is again!
Grannie, I’m freckened ...

JUDITH:
Its an ellerish yelling:
I never heard ...

RALPH:
What’s in the other room?
I want my dad and mammy.

JUDITH:
You’re overtired.
Come, I’ll undress you, and tuck you into bed: