"Mice don't clink cans, and strike matches, and clear their throats!" retorted Rhoda.
"But you may have thought it sounded like that."
"I couldn't be mistaken."
"Somebody's there, beyond a doubt," said Agnes.
"Perhaps it's a ghost?" queried Elyned.
"It's nothing supernatural this time, I'll undertake to say—whatever may have made the noises before."
"It ought to be enquired into," declared Doris. "Miss Birks ought to insist on having the bars taken down, and seeing what's going on."
"Oh, no, no! It's best to leave things as they are."
Gerda was looking white and upset and spoke almost hysterically.
"Do you expect the ghost to bolt in amongst us the moment the door is unlocked?" mocked Rhoda.