"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.