CHAPTER IX
OFF ON THE TRIP
The girls stared blankly at one another. The boys frankly winked at each other, clearly unbelieving.
"Haunted?" Betty finally gasped.
"A ghost?" echoed Amy, falteringly.
"What—what kind?" Grace stammered.
"Why, the usual kind, of course," declared Will. "A ghosty ghost, to be sure. White, with long waving arms, and clanking chains, and all the accessories."
"Stop it!" commanded his sister. "You'll scare Paul," for the child was looking at Will strangely.
"Oh, it's white all right," put in Mr. Lagg, "and some of the fishermen around here did say they heard clanking chains, but I don't take much stock in them. Tell me," he demanded, helping himself to another slice of cheese, "tell me why would anything as light as a ghost—for they're
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