And just then a loud noise sounded through the house. It was as if a
giant had uttered a deep groan.

"O-u-g-h-m!"

Grandpa and Grandma Ford looked at each other. So did Daddy and Mother
Bunker. And Rose leaned over and whispered to Russ:

"That's the ghost!"




CHAPTER XI

THE NIGHT NOISE


Outside of Great Hedge the wind howled and the snow whirled about in
white flakes. Inside it was warm, light and cosy. But the queer noise
which had sounded, and which had seemed so to startle the grown folk,
came from inside, and not outside. At least that is what Rose and Russ
thought.

"It's the ghost!" said Rose again.

"Nonsense!" laughed Daddy Bunker. "What do you children know about
ghosts? There aren't such things. There never has been a ghost and never
will be one. That was the wind."