The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 106: what you’re looking at

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The Baby Ghost. 99 “My father was murdered in India and has ‘to walk’ there; my mother was murdered in England, and has ‘to walk’ there; and I am left an orphan ghost in America. Please tell me where I am to walk and I will go there.” “Seems to me you talk pretty well for a baby. How comes it that you can talk so plain when you want to?” “Ghost babies know more than other babies.” “So I should think, and I believe you are shamming.” Well, the end of the parley was that the Ottos felt downright sorry for the ghost, and would have done any- thing for it but let it live with them. “Why,” said Mrs. Otto, “the next thing it would be coming to me for its dinner.” As a compromise they at last agreed to let it craw! around on the floor if it would not bother the children, but the ghost said it liked babies above everything else, and would not live without them. “Then why don’t you die?” said Mr. Otto. mpecause: lt can't.” “Then if you can’t die, I guess you can live without babies.”’ “Yes, I suppose I can; but I won’t.” That ended the parley, and the Ottos decided to move, not because they disliked the ghost, but because the chil- dren did not like it for a bed-fellow. Besides, it had such a dismal way of moaning. When the landlord, Mr. Mulligan, heard that his new tenants were about to leave, he said: “Oi wish the divil would take the cursed ghost an’ be CORNICLOOOKS (SO)