"Don't leaf me alone, dear Pud. Please, I imploring you."
"Come on, then."
Bud stepped inside, and, as he did so, he uttered an exclamation of surprise.
Both the purloined hats lay in the middle of the floor.
"There, didn't I told you?" exclaimed Carl, in an awed voice.
Bud simply stared at the hats.
"Nopody but a ghostes could haf did dat."
Bud looked around the room, and then up at the ceiling.
Then he burst into a roar of laughter.
"Thar's ther ghost," he shouted, grasping Carl by the arm and twisting him around so that he could see.