the next morning, when the Otis family met at breakfast, they talked about the ghost for some time. Mr.Otis was a little cross to fine the bottle of Tammany's Sun Oil lying in floor of the passage.
i don't want,' he said. to hurt the ghost in any way. here he looked at the boys. We must remember that he has lived in this house for a very long time. so I don't think it's very nice to throw pillows at him - no. don't laugh, boy, it's not funny. But if the ghost won't use the oil, we will have to take his chains away from him. We can't possibly sleep with that noise going on outside our bedroom every night.