“I want my money! Give me my money! You and Miss Vane are trying to keep it from me. I want my money!”
“Go away! Go away!” the startled girls heard Mrs. Cupp murmur.
“I’ll haunt you! I’ll foller you——”
Bess had uttered a cry. Out of the matron’s room scuttled a thin, black figure, which darted down the stairs.
“The boathouse ghost!” gasped Bess, clinging to Nan, in fright.
“Goodness!” returned Nan. “If it is, he’s a long way off his beat, isn’t he? Boathouse ghost, indeed!”
But when they went into the matron’s room they found Mrs. Cupp lying back in her chair, in a pitiable state of fright.
CHAPTER XXIX
ALL ABOUT THE BOATHOUSE GHOST
Susan, her black face set in a very grim expression, came to wait upon Mrs. Cupp. “Go ’long, chillen,” she commanded, “I’ll ’tend to her.”