"But I knows it wasn't. It was some real pusson cryin', dat's what it
was."
"But you said it was a ghost, Dinah!" laughed Bert, "and a ghost is
never a real person, you know. Oh, Dinah!"
"Oh, go long wif yo', honey lamb!" exclaimed the fat cook. "I ain't
got no time t' bodder wif you'. I'se got t' set mah bread t' bake
t'morrow. An' dere's some corn cakes, ef yo' ma will let yo' hab 'em."
"I guess she will," said Bert, with a laugh. "Some cakes and then
bed."
They all thought the "ghost" scare was over, but Mr. Bobbsey noticed
that when Dinah went through the passage between the kitchen and
dining-room, she hurried as fast as her feet would take her, and she
glanced from side to side, as though afraid of seeing something.
Every one slept soundly that sight, except perhaps Dinah, but if
anything disturbed her, she said nothing about it, when she got up to
get breakfast. It was a fine, sunny day, and a little later the
Bluebird was moving across the lake, the motor turning the propeller,
which churned the blue water into foam.
Mr. Bobbsey steered the boat to various places of interest on the
lake. There were several little islands that were to be visited, and
on one of the tiniest, they went ashore to eat their lunch.
"Let's play we're shipwrecked," suggested Freddie, who was always
anxious to "pretend" something or other.
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