"Why, Bert, what makes you sleep so soundly this morning?" said Mrs.
Bobbsey.

"I--I didn't get to sleep until late," he stammered. And then he added:
"Mamma, do you believe in ghosts?"

"Why, of course not, Bert. What put that into your head?"

"I--I thought I saw a ghost last night."

"You must have been mistaken. There are no ghosts."

"But I saw _something_," insisted the boy.

"Where?"

"Right at the foot of the bed. It was all white."

"When was this?"

"Right in the middle of the night."

"Did you see it come in, or go out?"

"No, mamma. When I woke up it was standing there, and when I took a
second look at it, it was gone."

"You must have been suffering from a nightmare, Bert," said Mrs. Bobbsey
kindly. "You should not have eaten those nuts before going to bed."