"I believe he is right," said Grandma Ford. "I have a good ear for sound, and that jingling is certainly up in the attic. Father, you'd better take a look."
"Aren't you—aren't you afraid?" asked Rose, rather hesitating over the words.
"Afraid of what?" inquired Grandpa Ford.
"Well, it's so dark up in the attic," went on Rose, and Russ, hearing what she said, knew what she meant. It was the ghost Rose was thinking of, and not the dark.
"I can take a light," said Grandpa Ford. "Then it won't be dark. But you mustn't be afraid in the dark. It can't hurt any one."
Just then the bells gave a very loud jingle, just as if some one had hold of the string and was shaking it hard.
"Oh!" exclaimed Rose.
"I'm goin' to sleep!" announced Mun Bun, and he covered his head with the bedclothes.
"So'm I," said Margy, and she did as her little brother had done, snuggling under the covers.
Rose and Russ heard their father ask Grandpa Ford: