Such goings-on as there were in Grandma Ford's kitchen! Such delicious smells of cake and pie and pudding! Such baking, roasting, boiling, frying and stewing! Such heaps of good things in the pantry!
And then the dinner! The big roast turkey, and celery, and a big dish of red cranberries, and other good things!
"I got the wish-bone!" cried Rose, as she finished her plate.
"Let me help pull it with you, when it gets dry!" begged Russ, and then, in a whisper, he said: "If I get the wish I'll wish we could find the ghost."
"So'll I," said Rose.
After dinner the children played games in the house, as it blew up cold and blustery and was not nice to go out in the snow. Rose had put the wish-bone over the kitchen stove to dry, and, late in the afternoon, she and Russ went out to get it to break, and wish over it. The one who held the larger part could make a wish.
"Snap!" went the wish-bone.
"Oh, I have it!" cried Rose. "I'm going to wish!"
And just then, all of a sudden, a loud, hollow groan sounded throughout the house.