“I wasn’t up either,” said Cal.
“Somebody’s lying. I saw one of you roaming around in your room. My door was open and so was yours and one of you passed the window and went over in front of Ned’s bureau. I whispered across to you but you didn’t answer.”
“You dreamed it,” laughed Ned. “I’ll bet you weren’t up yourself; you just had the nightmare.”
“Oh, you run away and play,” said Spud. “I guess I know when I’m asleep and when I’m awake. I won’t say I didn’t have the nightmare, though, but that was afterwards; after my tummy had stopped aching and I’d gone back to bed.”
“I dreamed most all night, I cal—guess,” said Cal. “Awful dreams, too, they were.”
“Ghosts?” asked The Fungus.
“N-no, robbers, I think. It seemed that the house was full of them and I was trying to throw them out of the room as fast as they came in, only they were too many for me.”
“Did you eat an apple too?” asked Spud.
Dinner was more cheerful than breakfast had been until, in the midst of it, Mrs. Linn remarked: