“It’s just a sign,” explained Artie, hastily.
Margy stooped and brought up another cabbage, but as she lifted it she shook it carefully and nearly all the dirt fell off.
“There goes your fortune!” cried Jess. “You mustn’t shake it, Margy.”
“It’s too heavy with all that dirt on it,” Margy complained.
“Well, if there’s a bag of gold at the bottom of this one, it’s going to stay right there,” announced Polly, tugging at the nearest cabbage.
A shriek from Margy startled her. She let go the cabbage in time to look up and see a tall white figure land in the patch, apparently from the skies. They all saw it at the same instant, and, cabbages forgotten, they rushed madly for the house. Margy was crying wildly, Polly pulled Jess along by the hand, and poor Ward and Artie fell down, but scrambled up again and managed to get over the ground in spite of their costume, which was never designed for a running suit. They reached the back porch, stumbled pell-mell up the steps and into the kitchen. Margy closed the door with a bang that shook the house.
“Oh-oo!” she wept, her teeth chattering. “What was it? What was it?”
“I think—I think it was a ghost,” quavered Jess.
“It was a million feet high—almost,” said Artie. “Did you see how it was waving its arms?”
“There are no such things as ghosts,” declared Polly, firmly. “It couldn’t have been a ghost, could it——” She had meant to say, “Could it, Fred?” but at that moment she made an alarming discovery.