The rescue of the kitten was the main subject of conversation that evening in the Bobbsey household. "I never dreamed he would go up with the kite," said Flossie. "After this we'll have to keep him in the house when Bert and Freddie do their kite-flying." Bert had seen Danny Rugg throw the stone at the kitten and was very angry over it. He had also seen Danny talk to Nan. "I think he's an awful boy," declared Nan. "And Mr. Roscoe thinks he is bad, too." "He had better stop throwing things or he'll get himself into trouble before long," said Bert. "It's queer Mr. Ringley never heard about the window," whispered his twin sister. "So it is. But it may come out yet," replied the brother. That evening the Bobbseys had their first strawberry shortcake of the season. It was a beautiful cake--one of Dinah's best--and the strawberries were large and luscious. "Want another piece," said Freddie, smacking his lips. "It's so good, mamma!" "Freddie, I think you have had enough," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, mamma, just a little piece more!" pleaded Freddie, and received the piece, much to his satisfaction. "Strawberries is beautiful," he declared. "I'm going to raise a whole lot on the farm this summer." "Oh, mamma, are we going to Uncle Dan's farm this summer?" burst out Nan eagerly. "Perhaps, Nan," was the reply. "I expect a letter very shortly." "Meadow Brook is a dandy place," said Bert. "Such a fine swimming hole in the brook!" "Oh, I love the flowers, and the chickens and cows!" said Flossie. "I like the rides on the loads of hay," said Nan. The children talked the subject over until it was time to go to bed. Their Uncle Dan and Aunt Sarah lived at Meadow Brook, and so did their cousin Harry, a boy a little older than Bert, and one who was full of fun and very good-natured in the bargain. Bert went to bed with his head full of plans for the summer. What glorious times they could have after school closed if they went to their uncle's farm! It was a full hour before Bert got to sleep. The room was quite bright, for the moon was shining in the corner window. The moon made him think of the ghost he had once seen and he gave a little shudder. He never wanted to see that ghost again. Bert had been asleep less than an hour when he awoke with a start. He felt sure somebody had touched him on the foot. He opened his eyes at once and looked toward the end of his bed. _The ghost was standing there!_ At first Bert could scarcely believe that he saw aright. But it was true and he promptly dove under the covers. Then he thought of Danny Rugg's cry, "Afraid of a ghost!" and he felt that he ought to have more courage. "I'm going to see what that is," he said to himself, and shoved back the covers once more. The figure in white had moved toward the corner of the room. It made no noise and Bert wondered how it would turn next. "Wonder what will happen if I grab it, or yell?" he asked himself.