The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 110: what you’re looking at

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The Baby Ghost. 103 “But suppose Oi move away?” “7 will go with you.” “St. Patrick an’ all the sants, hear that, will ye! An’ can Oi do nothing to get ye to lave?” “No, I’m a baby ghost. 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 with no one to take care of me,” and the baby ghost began to cry. “Whist! whist! Don’t cry,” said the kind-hearted man. “Don’t cry, an’ we will try to fix up something for ye. Cant ye-sleep:” “Ess,” replied the ghost, calmed by his words and dropping back into baby language. ‘Ess, in the day- time.” “Well, suppose we fit up a noice little room wid a bed in it, couldn’t ye git along doorin’ th’ noight alone?” “No, no. I want to be with the babies. I’m a baby myself.” Well, they kept it up all night without coming to an agreement, Mr. Mulligan making offers and the baby chost finding excuses, so that by morning the former was too tired to work and too nervous to sleep. As a final resort he called upon Mr. Otto. His manner was not quite so hilarious as usual, but he did not forget his cus- tomary politeness. ‘“An’ how did ye rest, Mr. Otto?” he asked. “Very well, indeed, Mr. Mulligan, and I must thank CORNICE OOOKS (©)