“Where? where?”
“Across the ice—it just disappeared behind the trees!”
“There are no ghosts,” returned Jack, in disgust.
“Certainly not,” put in Harry.
“What did dat ghost look like?” asked Pickles, with interest. He was a firm believer in spirits.
“It was tall and white, and had two horns on its head,” replied Boxy, with a shiver. “I never saw such a thing before in my life!”
“You must have been dreaming,” suggested Andy, who took his brother’s view of the matter.
“I wasn’t dreaming. I heard a noise and got up to see what it was. When I reached outside I heard a low, long moan, and I looked across the creek, and saw it just as plain as day.”
“Must have been that extra-heavy supper that didn’t set well on your stomach,” commented Jack.
“It wasn’t anything of the sort,” retorted Boxy, half angrily. “It was a ghost, or something like it. The moon was shining right on it.”