"Hooray!" triumphed Ingred inwardly, though she did not dare to utter a sound.
It took a little while for the lovers to get under way and finally stroll back along the path among the bushes. Ingred gave them time to walk out of sight and hearing, then made a dash for the rockery, scrambled over the wall, tore across the tennis courts, and entered the dining-room nearly ten minutes late for supper. Mrs. Best looked at her reproachfully, and Doreen, who was monitress for the month, took a notebook from her pocket and made an entry therein. Nora and Verity and Fil went on eating sago blanc-mange with stolid countenances that betrayed no knowledge of their room-mate's doings, but that night, when The Foursomes met in the privacy of Dormitory 2, they demanded an account of her adventure.
She certainly had a piece of interesting news to confide.
"Did you know that a ghost haunts the garden?"
"No! Oh, I say, where?"
"That part by the sun-dial. I've heard it called 'The Nun's Walk!'"
"So have I; but I never knew there was a ghost!"
"It's supposed to walk on moonlight nights."
"How fearfully thrillsome!"
"I've never seen a ghost!" shivered Fil.