rything he
said. And she was a very pretty little girl, and had red eyes, and
blue cheeks, and straight hair, and a curly nose--

"Now, papa, if you get to cutting up--"

"Well, I won't, then!"

Well, she was rather a delicate little girl, and whenever she
over-ate, or anything,

"Have bad dreams! Aha! I _told_ you it was going to be a dream."

"You wait till I get through."

She was apt to lie awake thinking, and some of her thinks were pretty
dismal. Well, that night, instead of thinking and tossing and turning,
and counting a thousand, it seemed to this other little girl that she
began to see things as soon as she had got warm in bed, and before,
even. And the first thing she saw was a large, bronze-colored--

"Turkey gobbler!"

"No, ma'am. Turkey gobbler's _ghost_."

"Foo!" said the little girl, rather uneasily; "whoever heard of a
turkey's ghost, I should like to know?"

"Never mind, that," said the papa. "If it hadn't been a ghost, could the
moonlight have shone through it? No, indeed! The stuffing wouldn't have
let it. So you see it must have been a ghost."

It had a red pasteboard placard round its neck, with FIRST PREMIUM
printed on it, and so she knew that it was the ghost of the very
turkey they had had for dinner. It was perfectly awful when it put up
its tail, and dropped its wings, and strutted just the way the
grandfather said it used to do. It seemed to be in a wide pasture,
like that back of the house, and the children had to cross it to get
home, and they were all afraid of the turkey that kept gobbling at
them and threatening them, because they had eaten him up. At last one
of the boys--it was the other little girl's brother--said he would
run across and get his papa to come out and help them, and the first
thing she knew the turkey was after him, gaining, gaining, gaining,
and all the grass was full of hen-turkeys and turkey chicks, running
after him, and gaining, gaining, gaining, and just as he was getting
to the wall he tripped and fell over a turkey-pen, and all at once she
was in one of the aunties' room, and the aunty was in bed, and the
turkeys were walking up and down over her, and stretching out their
wings, and blaming her. Two of them carried a platter of chicken pie,
and there was a large pumpkin jack-o'-lantern hanging to the bedpost
to light the room, and it looked just like the other little girl's
brother in the f