“What’s the idea?”
“He thinks he can solve the mystery of the whispering ghost.”
Red shivered.
“I’ll think twice before I ever put in a night on that spooky old boat.”
We pulled the hand organ into the middle of the barn floor and removed its wooden top.
Red squinted inside.
“Phew!” he sniffed. “It smells like an old mouse trap.”
There was a burst of laughter from the house and the clatter of dishes.
“What’s going on in there?” I inquired of Red.
“Oh, Ma’s entertaining the stitchers and chatterers. Hand me the oil can.”