Bobbsey, but I guess
I'll done be goin' now."
"What, Dinah!" cried her mistress. "Going? Where?"
"Offen dish yeah boat, Mrs. Bobbsey. I cain't stay heah any mo' wif a
lot of ghostests."
"Nonsense, Dinah!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "There isn't any such thing
as a ghost, and you know it! It's silly to even talk about such a
thing. Now you just come with me, and show me where you heard those
noises."
"No, sah, I cain't do it, Mr. Bobbsey," the colored cook exclaimed,
moving backward.
"Why not?" Mr. Bobbsey wanted to know.
"'Cause it's bad luck, dat's why. I ain't goin' neah no ghostest---"
"Don't say that again, Dinah!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey sharply, with a
glance at the children.
"Oh, we're not afraid, mother!" chimed in Bert. "We know there's no
such thing as a ghost."
"That's right," spoke his father. "But, Dinah, I must get this matter
settled. It won't do for you to be frightened all the while. You must
come and show me where you heard the noise."
"Has I got to do it, Mrs. Bobbsey?" asked Dinah.
"Yes, I think you had better."
"Well, den, I heard de noise right down in de passageway dat goes from
de kitchen to de dinin' room. Dat's where it was. A noise laik
somebody cryin' an' weepin'."
"And are you sure it wasn't Snoop, Dinah?"
"Shuah, Mr.
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