"We won't tell them anything about it," said Grandpa Ford with a laugh. "They'll never know a thing about it."
If he had only seen Russ and Rose listening on the porch under the window!
"Well, as long as they don't know about it, I don't see that they can be frightened," said Mr. Bunker. "As you say, it is queer, but maybe Mr. Ripley can explain the queer noises and other things."
"Maybe he can," agreed Grandpa Ford. "That's what I came on to see about, and I'll take you all back with me."
"But it will soon be cold weather," objected Mother Bunker.
"All the better!" laughed Grandpa Ford. "There is no nicer place in the world in winter than Great Hedge. The big hedge made of what are almost trees, keeps off the cold north wind. We always have plenty of snow up in New York state, and the children will have no end of good times. You must all arrange to come back with me."
"Well, I suppose we'll have to," said Mrs. Bunker. "But we won't say anything to the children about the ghost."
"Unless they find it out for themselves," remarked Daddy Bunker. "And if they do I don't believe it will frighten them much. Laddie will, most likely, make up a riddle about it."
"He certainly is good at them," said Grandpa Ford with a chuckle.
Meanwhile Russ and Rose had told the good news to the other little Bunkers—that is, the news about the five-cent pieces.