“Then someone would be sure to throw a rock and break the glass and we’d be certain to get all cut up,” Jack laughed.
“By the way, what’s on the program for the summer?” Mr. Golden asked. “Are you going to capture bootleggers, or hunt for buried treasure or some other simple little thing of the sort?”
“We’re going to hunt ghosts,” Jack replied pulling a long face.
“Hunt what?” Mrs. Golden cried.
“Ghosts.”
“Where did you lose them?” their sister, Edna, asked.
“Trying to be funny, ah,” Jack said with mock severity.
“Not at all,” Edna assured him. “You don’t hunt for a thing unless it’s lost, do you?”
“Fooling aside,” Mr. Golden asked. “Just what do you mean, Jack?”
“Just what I said. Your elder son and I have taken a contract to free the big Maine woods of ghosts.”