"I do!" cried Vi. "Where do you keep your things to eat, Grandma? Have you got a big pantry?"
"I guess Vi is afraid you won't have enough," laughed Mrs. Bunker.
"Oh, I laid in a big stock of food when I heard the six little Bunkers were coming," said Grandpa Ford.
Neither Russ nor Rose said anything then about the ghost. But they saw that their father and Grandpa Ford were talking together in one corner of the room.
"Maybe they're talking about that," whispered Rose.
"Yes," agreed Russ, also in a whisper. "But let's get something to eat, and then we can hunt by ourselves. You're not afraid, are you, Rose?"
"No. Are you?"
"I—I guess not! No, I'm not afraid," and Russ spoke more firmly now. "It's so nice and light here I'm not a bit afraid," he went on.
Grandma Ford led the six little Bunkers out to the dining-room, where the table was already set waiting for them. There seemed to be plenty of bread and jam on it, and other things, too.
"Can't I tell my riddle now?" asked Laddie when they were all seated at the table and had eaten something. "Don't you want to hear it, Grandma?"