with a laugh. "One thing, though, we're not going to let it drive us away; are we—not away from our camp?"
The others did not answer for a moment, and then Mollie exclaimed:
"I'm going to stay—for one."
"So am I!" declared Aunt Kate, vigorously. "A light will keep whatever animal it is away, and I'm sure it was that. Of course we'll stay!"
There was nothing for Grace and Amy to do but give in—which they did, rather timidly, be it confessed.
"And now let's go for a ride," proposed Betty, after lunch. "There are some things I want to get at Mr. Lagg's store."
"Will you tell him about the—ghost?" asked Grace.
"Certainly not. It may be," said Betty, "that some one is playing a joke on us. In that case we'll not give him the satisfaction of knowing that we saw anything. We will keep silent, girls." And they did.
"Matches, soap and oil and butter,
Business gives me such a flutter."
Mr. Lagg recited this as Betty gave her order.
"Have you seen the ghost?" he asked.
