“Maybe—oh, Alfy! Maybe——” chimed in Matthew. “Maybe its a ghost.”
“Ma! Ma!” screached Alfy.
“Ma! Ma!” yelled Matthew.
Both by this time were rapidly approaching the kitchen.
“Well,” said Ma Babcock, “You—land o’ livin’—you look as though you’d seen a ghost.”
“Ma,” murmured Alfy, “we didn’t see him, I heard him. He’s in the closet in the barn.”
And then both children started in to talk and explain at the same time so that ma couldn’t understand a word.
“Here, you—you Alfy, tell me all. You, Matthew, keep still,” she exclaimed.
Then Alfy told her how she heard the tapping on the door of the closet.