For a moment no one answered his call, and then he heard, from the room where Mun Bun had been put to sleep, the sound of crying.

“What’s the matter?” asked Russ, trying to make his voice sound brave.  “Are you hurt, Mun Bun?  Or Margy?”

“I—­I fell in and I’m all wet,” sobbed Mun Bun.

“Oh, Daddy!  Come quick!” fairly shouted Russ.  “The ghost pushed Mun Bun in, and he can’t get out!”

Feet were heard coming upstairs.  Then a voice asked: 

“What is the matter?  What has happened now, Russ?  Are you hurt?”

“No, Mother!” answered the oldest Bunker boy.  “But I guess it’s Mun Bun.  It sounds like him, and I guess the ghost has him!”

“Nonsense!  There are no ghosts!  Don’t cry, Mun Bun,” Mrs. Bunker went on, as she hurried up the stairs.  “I’m coming, and so is Daddy Bunker!  You’ll be all right.”

“But I’m all wet!” sobbed Mun Bun.  “I—­I guess I fell in the ocean, and I can’t get out!”

“You’re dreaming that you’re back at Cousin Tom’s,” laughed Mrs. Bunker, as she turned up the light and went into the room where Mun Bun and Margy slept.  “You’re dreaming, and—­Oh, you poor little dear!” she cried, as she saw what had happened.  “You have fallen out of bed!”

And that is just what happened.  Mun Bun, being in a strange bed, had rolled too near one edge, and had fallen out.  That was the bumping, banging noise Russ heard.

“But what made the splash?” Russ asked as he came in to see his mother lift Mun Bun from the floor, and put him back in bed.

“That was when he upset a tin cup of water I had put in a chair near his bed, so it would be handy when I wanted to give him a drink in the night,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “It splashed all over Mun Bun, and that made him think, I guess, that he had fallen into the water.  Did it, Mun Bun?” she asked.

“I—­I guess so,” he murmured.  “I thought I fell into the water, ’cause I was all wet.  I didn’t like it.”

“I don’t blame you,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “Now I’ll put a dry nightgown on you, and you can go to sleep again.  I’ll put a chair by the bed so you won’t roll out again, and I’ll set the water on the bureau.

“Now, don’t make any more noise, Russ, or Mun Bun, and wake up Margy,” went on Mrs. Bunker.  “She is sleeping too nicely to be awakened.”  Mun Bun’s little sister, though in the same bed with him, had not heard him fall out, knock over the tin cup of water, and call out that he had fallen in.  She slept through it all.

Mun Bun was soon dressed in a dry garment, the water on the floor was mopped up, and the light turned down again.

Then the six little Bunkers at Great Hedge quieted down and slept all the way through until morning.

But that same night, when Mother Bunker went downstairs, after having put Mun Bun back to bed, she said to her husband and Grandpa and Grandma Ford: 

“What do you suppose has got into Russ to be talking about a ghost?”