The night Bubby Short and I were coming back from taking a ride in Gapper’s donkey-cart, we tried it. We didn’t dare to lick him again, for fear he would kick up, so we rode just as slow!—and it was a lonesome road, but the moon was shining bright.
Says Bubby Short, “Do you believe that’s the honeymoon?”
“No,” says I. “That’s what shines when a man is married to his wife.”
“Are you scared of ghosts?” said Bubby Short.
“Can’t tell till I see one,” says I.
“How far off do you suppose they can see a fellow?” says he.
Says I, “I don’t know. They can see best in the dark.”
“Do you think they’d hurt a fellow?” says he.
“Maybe,” says I. “There’s the old house.”
“I know it,” says he; “I’ve been looking at it.”