“Old P’lina says not. She’s been here ages and sometimes I think that she is a little queer in the upper story, but she is good to me at that.”
“I don’t think that she likes me,” said Jannet. “But what else does the ghost do, and who is the ghost anyway?”
“Ask P’lina. You’d better say ‘ghosts.’ For all I know, there are more than one.”
“Sakes! And I’ve got the haunted room, too!”
“Are you easily scared?”
“No. But I’m going to have a flashlight after this.”
“After what?”
“Oh, nothing, just because of the ghosts. If I flashed my light on real quick, I might see one.”
“Well, call me if you do. I’d love to see one. I’ll broadcast him.”
Jannet thought that so funny, that Uncle Pieter himself looked in to see what the fun was about. “Jan wants to broadcast a ghost,” she explained, but Uncle Pieter did not smile. “Remember that ghosts are supposed to be spirits of the dead,” he said, going on his way through the hall.