



          The music got faster. Clackety, clackety, click clock clackety. 
     Clackety, clackety, click clock clackety.
          "Hold it, I can't dance that fast!" the boy shouted over the 
     clatter. But the skeletons gripped his hands harder and danced even 
     faster. 
          CLACKETY CLICKETY, CLACKETY CLOCKETY. CLACKETY CLICKETY, CLACKETY 
     CLOCKETY. 
          "I said HOLD IT," said the boy, and he yanked the skeletons' arms 
     clear off--POP! Then he picked up a chair. He swung it one way. He 
     swung it the other. 
          CRASH! BASH! 
          Bones flew here, there, and everywhere, until the skeletons lay 
     all in pieces on the floor. Then the bones faded into nothing. 
          "Well!" said the boy. "I like a little dancing, but those folks 
     don't know when to stop!" 
          He settled himself again before the fire, saying, "I wonder when 
     I'm going to get the willies!"  


