"Did the horses go to bed?" sleepily asked Mun Bun as his mother carried
him up.

"Yes, they're in bed and asleep long ago. And that's where you will soon
be yourself."

The children's rooms were close together, some of them sleeping in the
same apartment. And Mr. and Mrs. Bunker had a room down at the end of
the hall, so that they could go to any of the six little Bunkers who
might call in the night. Often one of the four smaller ones wanted a
drink.

Russ and Laddie had a room together, and so did Rose and Vi, and before
the two older Bunker children went to bed Rose whispered to her brother:

"Shall we get up and hunt for the ghost when the others are asleep?"

"I don't guess we'd better do it to-night," he answered. "I'm too
sleepy. Besides we don't know our way around the house in the dark.
We'll wait until to-morrow."

"All right," agreed Rose. This suited her. She, too, was ready for bed.

Daddy Bunker and Grandpa Ford did not, of course, go to bed as early as
did the children. And Mother Bunker was going downstairs to talk to
Grandma Ford as soon as Margy and Mun Bun were sound asleep.

One after another the six little Bunkers got into bed and, though the
two smallest were asleep almost at once, the others turned and twisted
a little, as almost every one does in a strange bed. But, finally, even
Rose and Russ, in their rooms, were in Slumberland, lulled by the
whistle of the wind and the rattle of the snow against the windows.

Russ thought it must be the middle of the night when he was suddenly
awakened by a loud noise. It was a banging sound, as though something
heavy had fallen to the floor. Then came a rattle of tin and a splash of
water, and the voice of one of the little Bunkers cried:

"Oh, I fell in! I fell in! Somebody get me out!"

CHAPTER XII

UP IN THE ATTIC

Russ leaped out of bed and ran into the hall, where a light was burning.
The Bunkers always burned one, turned low.

"Mother! Daddy!" cried Russ. "Come on, quick! The ghost has got one of
us! Come quick!"

For a moment no one answered his call, and then he heard, from the room
where Mun Bun had been put to sleep, the sound of crying.

"What's the matter?" asked Russ, trying to make his voice sound brave.
"Are you hurt, Mun Bun? Or Margy?"

"I--I fell in and I'm all wet," sobbed Mun Bun.

"Oh, Daddy! Come quick!" fairly shouted Russ. "The ghost pushed Mun Bun
in, and he can't get out!"

Feet were heard coming upsta