go on to the Sanderson home," said Songbird, "who could not get Minnie out of his mind.
"Well, we'll leave you off—after we have interviewed the ghosts," answered Dick with a laugh.
"Do you believe in ghosts?" asked Stanley with a faint smile.
"No. Do you?"
"Hardly, although I have heard some queer stories. My aunt used to think she had seen ghosts."
"She was mistaken," said Tom. "There are no real ghosts."
"Say, Tom, how could a ghost be real and still be a ghost?" asked Songbird, and this question brought forth a general laugh.
The boys sat down on a bench in the warm sunshine to discuss the proposed visit to the deserted Jamison place, and it was arranged that they should drive to the spot in a two-seated carriage. Then, while the Rovers and Stanley investigated to their hearts' content, Songbird was to drive on to the Sanderson home for a brief visit.
"But, mind, you are not to stay too long," said Dick. "An hour is the limit."
"I'll make it an hour by the watch," answered the would-be poet. "Say, I just thought
