ot like to stay in the place that
reminded him of them so much. So he sold."

"So he never heard the queer noises," said Mr. Bunker musingly.

"He says not. And neither did his daughter, Mabel. But Grandmother Ford
and I hear them often enough, and so I thought I'd come down, and get
all you Bunkers, to have you help me either find out what it is, or
drive the ghost away," and Grandpa Ford smiled.

"Tell us, over again, what sort of noises they are," said Mother Bunker.
"I have been so busy the last few days, getting ready to travel, that I
hardly remember what you said. Were the noises like yells or groans? Or
were they just hangings?"

"Well," began Grandpa Ford, "on some nights the noises are like----"

And just then there came a sudden pop, as of a pistol, and a loud cry
from Margy. She sat up in her seat and fairly shouted:

"Now you stop, Mun Bun! Stop shooting my doll! Mother, make Mun Bun
stop!" cried the little girl. "He's got a gun, and he shot my doll, and
he knocked her off the seat, and maybe she's killed."

"Mun Bun with a gun! What do you mean?" cried Daddy Bunker, jumping up
from his seat. "What are you doing, Munroe?" he asked, a bit sternly.

The two youngest children had awakened while Grandpa Ford was telling
about the ghost at Great Hedge. Of course they did not hear about it,
nor did Rose and Russ.

"I have a popgun, and it shoots a cork," explained Mun Bun, as he held
up what he had aimed at Margy's doll. "It didn't hurt, 'cause it only
shoots a cork," he said.

"But you shooted my doll, and knocked her over, and maybe she's broken!"
sobbed Margy.

By this time Mrs. Bunker had reached the seat where the little girl and
her brother had been sleeping. The mother picked the Japanese doll up
from where it had fallen to the floor of the car, and said:

"Don't cry any more, Margy. Your doll isn't hurt a bit. But Mun Bun
mustn't shoot at her any more, with corks or anything else. Munroe Ford
Bunker! where did you get the popgun?" his mother asked, as she saw that
he really did have a small one.

"Out of the basket," he answered. "When Margy and I went to get a drink
of water I saw the popgun in the train boy's basket, and I took it out.
I thought maybe I'd want to shoot at a snow man me and Grandpa are going
to make, so I kept the gun. Daddy can give the train boy a penny for
it. I hid it in the seat. Then I saw Margy's doll on the seat in front,
and she was asleep--Margy was--and I shot a