"You can have fun sliding, you and Margy," said Rose. "And I'll pull you over the ice on a sled."
This satisfied the smaller children, and then, as the weather was so bad that they could not go out and play, the six little Bunkers stayed in the house and waited for the rain to be over and the ice to freeze.
They played around the house and up in the attic, and, now and then, Russ and Rose found themselves listening for the queer noise. They didn't call it the "ghost" any longer. It was just the "queer noise."
But they did not hear it, and they rather wanted to, for they thought it would be fun to find out what caused it.
After two days of rain the snow was all gone. The ground was bleak and bare, but the six little Bunkers did not mind that, for they were eager for ice to freeze.
Then, one morning, Daddy Bunker called up the stairs:
"Come on out, everybody! The freeze has come! The pond is frozen over, and we're all going skating!"
"Hurray!" cried Russ. "This will be more fun than snowshoes!"
Little did he guess what was going to happen.