fort. A little tour was made of the island in the vicinity of the camp, and, as far as the girls could see, occasional picnic parties were the only visitors. There were no other campers there.
"We'll have a marshmallow roast to-night," decided Betty, as evening came on. They had gathered wood for a fire on the shore of the lake, and the candy had been provided by Grace, as might have been guessed.
"I hope the ghost doesn't come and want some," murmured Mollie.
"Hush!" exclaimed Betty. A noise in the woods made them all jump. Then they laughed, as a bird flew out.
"Our nerves are not what they should be," said Betty. "We must calm down. I wonder did we get any pickles?"
"I saw him put some in," spoke Grace.
"Then let's have supper, and we'll go out for a ride on the lake afterward," suggested Betty.
"Maybe the ghost will carry off our camp," remarked Amy.
"Don't you dare let Aunt Kate hear you say that or she'll run away!" cried Betty. "Come on, everyone help get supper, and we'll be through early," and, gaily humming she began to set the table that stood under a canvas shelter in front of the big tent.
