The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 105: what you’re looking at

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98 The Baby Ghost. “Shut up, you fool,” exclaimed Mr. Otto. ‘“Can’t you talk sense even in the face of a spectre? Let me talk.” “I say,” he said to the white gown, which was now try- ing to climb into bed with his children, “what do you want?” “T ont a dwink.” “Good Lord! Have they nothing to drink where you live?” “T ont to go to bed,” continued the infant, not mind- ing what he said. “Well, go to bed then,” said Mr. Otto. “Who is keep- ing you from it? Haven’t you beds in your ghost world? Who are you, anyhow?” “T’m a baby ghost.” “So I know you are. But what do you want to be one for? Out here in America we don’t have ghosts un- less there is some reason for them. But you are so young, you never did anything wrong. What reason have you for prowling around in this way?” ‘“T’m a baby ghost.” “A baby ghost!” repeated Mr. Otto, becoming excited. “What excuse is there in that? If you’re a ghost, you're a ghost, and it don’t make any difference what kind. One is as much a spirit as another, even if it isn’t quite so big. You don’t have to come here unless you want to.” ‘But where else can I go?” “Where else can you go? Why, go home. Haven't you any friends or relatives in the other world to take care of you?” comicbooks (Eo)