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It was rather odd to see the entire middle portion of the table going around, while the outer part, at which the adventurers sat, was stationary. But the boys and men, with the exception of Washington, recognized it as very convenient. "What are you frightened at, Wash?" asked Jack. "At dat table, dat's what! It's a ghostest table." "A ghost table?" "Yep! Spirits am workin' on it!
"Yo' am welcome to all yo' want, honey lamb!" exclaimed Dinah. "Mah land, but I shuah am glad yo' ain't no ghostest! I shuah am!" and she sighed in relief, as she saw that Will was a real, flesh-and-blood boy. He was, however, very thin and starved-looking. "Now tell us all about it," said Mr. Bobbsey. "How did you come on our boat?" Will told them. After 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.
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.
Bobbsey, trying to think of how the pieces of bread and meat could have been taken. "It shuah was," went on Dinah. "Nobody took dem sandwiches, but a ghostest, an' I can't stay in no boat what has ghostests." "Nonsense!" laughed Mrs. Bobbsey. "I know how it was done, Dinah. I know how the sandwiches were taken." "How, Mrs.
"Because it wasn't any cat dat I done heah. It was a human bein' dat I heard cryin', dat's what it was, an' I know who it was, too," the colored woman insisted. "Who, Dinah?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "It was de same ghostest dat done took mah cakes an' sandwiches, dat's who it was. I'se mighty sorry t' leab yo', Mrs. Bobbsey, but I guess I'll done be goin' now." "What, Dinah!" cried her mistress.
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