He'd hab to stand in de
watah to jump in, an' he can't do that."
"No, perhaps not," admitted Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, I dare say you forgot
where you put the sandwiches, Dinah. Now don't worry a bit more about
them. Just make some fresh ones, and we'll go on our little picnic."
"But I'se gwine t' leab," said Dinah. "I ain't gwine stay on a boat,
where ghostests takes sandwiches as fast as I can make 'em."
"You shall come with us on the picnic," said Nan's mother. "When we
come back, there won't be any ghost. Now don't fuss. Just make some
fresh sandwiches, and we'll go. I'm sure it was Snap."
"And I'se shuah it were a ghostest," murmured Dinah, as she went out
to the kitchen.
"Mamma, who do you think it could have been?" asked Nan of her mother.
"Why, Snap, to be sure, little daughter."
"But with the door shut, and the window opening out on the water?"
went on Nan.
"Oh, dogs are very smart," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Smarter than we think.
Now suppose you help Dinah make more sandwiches. We are late."
Nan went out to the kitchen, while Mrs. Bobbsey made her way up on
deck, where she found her husband talking to Captain White about the
motor engine of the houseboat.
"Richard, I want to speak to you," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and when she and
the twins' father were in a quiet corner of the deck, Mrs.
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