CHAPTER XXI
THE GHOST
"Girls, there are letters for each of us!" exclaimed Betty.
"Any for me?" asked Aunt Kate.
"Yes, a nice—adipose—that is to say, fleshy one," exclaimed Mollie, passing it over. It was bulky.
The girls had stopped at the store of Mr. Lagg, where they had sent word to have their mail forwarded. The occasion was a morning visit several days after they had established their camp on Elm Island.
"Any news?" asked Betty of Mollie, the former having finished a brief note from home, stating that all were well.
"Yes, poor little Dodo is to go to the specialist to be operated on this week. Oh, it does seem as if I ought to go home, and yet mamma writes that I am to stay and enjoy myself. She
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