Says I, “Are you scared to whistle?”
“Scared! No,” says he. “Let’s whistle, I say.”
“Well,” says I, “you whistle first.”
“No,” says he, “you whistle first.”
“Let him whistle first,” says I.
“He won’t do it. Ghosts never whistle first,” says he.
I asked him who said that, and he said ’t was Dorry.
Then I said, “Let’s whistle together.”
So we waited till we almost got past, and then whistled “Yankee Doodle.” And, grandmother, it did,—it whistled it.
Bubby Short whispered, “Lick him a little.”