"How would you like to go with me out to Moon Valley?"
"Aw, quit your kiddin'."
"I mean it I'd just like to take you out there and give you a good time for once in your life."
"Would you? By golly, you can."
"Then I'll tell you what to do. Go around to the front door and come in, and back to this room, and unlock the door and let me out, and we'll go together."
"Gee, I wouldn't go into that house for four thousand barrels of hoarhound candy. Say, are you a prisoner?"
"I am, and if you don't come in and let me out I can't take you with me to Moon Valley."
"That's so. But I'm scared of the ghost."
"Oh, so you're afraid, are you?"
At this the boy flushed and fiddled with his toes in the grass.