Crissie looked up to see all three of her sisters leaning over the fence and laughing at her.

  Crissie frowned and rubbed her bottom, even though it wasn’t sore. Ghosts could not get hurt.

  “Did you forget we can’t touch living things?” Carla asked her.

  Crissie had forgotten.

  “I suppose you could try riding it with a saddle,” suggested Cassie. “Maybe you can touch that?”

  “But touching stuff usually requires a lot of energy and time spent focusing,” Carla said. “I get tired and have to rest for several minutes even after turning a single page of a book.”

  Crissie was determined to try it anyway.

  It turned out the horse belonged to Benjamin and its name was Casper.

  “But it’s not white,” said Callie when they all found out the name. “I think a white horse should be called Casper.”

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  “It’s mostly white,” said Cassie. “And it has spots like Carla.”

  “Shh,” said Carla. “Crissie’s going to try to get on again.”

  They all waited while Benjamin put the saddle on the horse called Casper.

  As he tightened the girth of the saddle, Casper stamped his foot three times.

  “It’s okay, boy.” Benjamin stroked Casper’s neck. “You don’t need to stamp your foot every time I put the saddle on.”

  Casper nudged Benjamin’s jacket pocket twice.

  Benjamin patted the horse’s forehead. “No treats until after the ride.”

  He led the horse over to the fence.

  Crissie followed.

  “Remember to concentrate really hard,” Carla told her.

  “And hold on tight,” said Cassie.

  “Appaloosa! Appaloosa! Appaloosa!” chanted Callie.

  Crissie did her best. She got up on the fence with Benjamin. That was hard enough work, just to not fall through the fence. She placed her hands right on the saddle and concentrated very hard. For a brief moment it felt solid but then the feeling was gone.

  Casper pawed at the dirt three times.

  Benjamin put one foot in the stirrup.

  Crissie tried to do the same.

  But no matter how hard she concentrated, her foot just went right through.

  Benjamin was on the horse now. Crissie was running out of time!

  In a last desperate attempt, she made a leap for the saddle. And just like yesterday, she fell right through the horse.

  “It’s no good,” said Crissie sadly. “I’ll never get to ride a horse.”

  “Maybe you can try again tomorrow,” said Carla.