from the station--and took them
all for a long ride, the bells merrily jingling all the way. They
stopped in the city of Tarrington on the way home, and bought some
things Grandma Ford wanted for the Thanksgiving dinner.

Coming home in the afternoon, the children went up to the attic to play
again, taking some apples with them to have a play party.

"Oh, Grandpa Ford's is just a lovely place!" exclaimed Rose that night
as she and the others were going to bed.

"And we didn't hear any more funny ghost noises," said Russ in a low
voice. "I guess the ghost has gone, Rose."

"I guess so, too. I didn't hear Daddy or Mother or Grandpa or Grandma
say any more about it."

That night Mun Bun awakened, and called to his mother to give him a
drink of water. As it happened Rose and Russ were also awake, and Margy,
hearing her brother ask for water, wanted some, too. So there were
several of the Bunkers awake at once.

Just as Mrs. Bunker was giving Mun Bun his drink, there suddenly sounded
through the dim and silent house the loud ringing of a string of sleigh
bells.

"What's that?" called Grandma Ford from across the hall. "Is some one
stopping out in front?"

"I'll look," said Grandpa Ford. It was bright moonlight, and he could
see plainly. "No one there," he said.

The bells jingled again, more loudly.

"They're up in the attic!" cried Russ. "Some one is ringing the bells in
the attic!"

CHAPTER XVI

THANKSGIVING FUN

By this time it seemed as if every one in Grandpa Ford's house at Great
Hedge was awake. Even Mun Bun and Margy sat up in bed, after having had
their drinks, and listened.

"There certainly are bells jingling," said Mother Bunker.

"And they are in this house, too," added Grandma Ford, as she came out
in the dimly-lighted hall, wearing a dark dressing-gown. "I thought, at
first, it might be a sleigh-riding party out in front. Often they stop
to ask their way."

"No sleighs out in front that I can see," remarked Grandpa Ford. "Where
do the bells seem to you to be?" he asked Daddy Bunker.

"Up in the attic!" called Russ from his room. "That's where they
sound."

"I believe he is right," said Grandma Ford. "I have a good ear for
sound, and that jingling is certainly up in the attic. Father, you'd
better take a look."

"Aren't you--aren't you afraid?" asked Rose, rather hesitating over the
words.

"Afraid of what?" inquired Grandpa Ford.

"Well, it's so dark up in the attic," went