“O-o-oh, it is chilly,” agreed Ruth, grabbing a wrap, too.
“Do tell us about it, Jennie,” she begged. “Did you see your ghost through the window here?”
“It isn’t my ghost!” denied the plump girl. “I’m alive, ain’t I?”
“But you’re not conscious,” grumbled Helen.
“I can see!” wailed Jennie. “I haven’t lost my eyesight.”
“Stop!” Ruth urged. “Let us get at the foundation of this trouble. You say you saw——”
“I saw what I saw!”
“Oh, see-saw!” cried Helen. “We’re all loony, now.”
Ruth was about to ask another question, but she was again looking through the window. She suddenly bit off a cry of her own. She had to confess that the sight she saw was startling.
“Is—is that the ghost, Jennie?” she breathed, seizing the plump girl by her arm and dragging her forward.