“Perfectly certain. How else could the Grange have been saved?”
Veronica’s argument settled the question, but the girls felt that the dramatic interest of the situation would have been better suited if the story had ended with the melancholy death of the heroine, and her subsequent haunting of the Manor.
“I always heard that Cromwell’s soldiers destroyed the walls and made those big holes in the gateway with their cannon-balls,” said Morvyth, still only half convinced.
“So they did, but that was two years afterwards, and the children were all sent safely away before the second siege.”
“It hasn’t solved the mystery of the ghost girl,” persisted Ardiune. “Ray, what do you think about it?”
Raymonde, lost in a brown study, started almost guiltily, and recommenced her sewing with feverish haste.
“Think? Why, it’s a pretty story, of course. What more can I think? Why d’you ask me?”
“Oh! I don’t know, except that you generally have ideas about everything. Who can the ghost girl be?”
But Raymonde, having lost her scissors, was biting her thread, and only shook her head in reply.