"Really, Mr. Lagg, is there—er—anything really there?" asked Mollie, seriously.
"Well, now, far be it from me to cause you young ladies any alarm," said Mr. Lagg, "but I only repeat what I heard. There is something on that island that none of the men or boys who have seen and heard it cannot account for."
"Just what is it?" asked Betty.
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"Certainly—we are not afraid. Though we mustn't let Aunt Kate know," said Betty, quickly.
"Well, it's white and it rattles," said Mr. Lagg.
"Sounds like a riddle," commented Amy. "Let's see who can guess the answer."
"White—and rattles," murmured Betty. "I have it—it's a pan full of white dishes. Some lone camper goes down to wash his dishes in the lake every night, and that accounts for it."
"Then we'll ask the lone camper to scamper!" cried Grace with a laugh. "We want peace and quietness."
"And you are really going to camp on Elm Island?" asked Mr. Lagg, as he put the purchases aboard.
"We are," said Betty, solemnly. "And if
