Ringan Laine plays in a band that plays English folk music. Since that doesn't pay the bills, he also renovates old houses on the side. When one of his wealthy clients has a little cash flow problem, and can't pay Ringan, he deeds him an old cottage instead. Hmm. Why is the landlord so eager to get rid of this little property, complete with valuable antique furniture? Because it's haunted, naturally, and not with one ghost, but with two, a pair of young lovers. Betsy inhabits the house, and Will stays in the barn. Ringan, and his girlfriend, and later his friends from the band must figure out who these ghosts are, and how to get rid of them. It turns out to be pretty easy, actually. The whole thing seemed a little too easy. The ghosts themselves are eager to communicate. The story of their violent deaths lives in local lore, not to mention in the local history section of the bookshop, and their artifacts are in the local museum. Ringan and pals have the whole thing figured out in just a few days. So the mystery isn't much of a mystery, but the atmosphere is full of quaint English gardens, and rain, and winding lanes, snappy dialog full of Britishisms, and English history, from the grind of the laboring poor to the Arthurian mystique of Glastonbury Tor, visible on the horizon. The weaver and the factory maid of the title are the ghosts Will and Betsy, but are also the characters of an old English ballad. I looked the song up on You Tube, and I recommend anyone reading this book do that, for the song contributes to the atmosphere of the story. The melody is plaintive, almost wailing. I would even say haunting, but that's the point.