“Positively!”
“Goodness me! Is this another of your secrets, Nan Sherwood? You are the very meanest girl for a chum——”
“I never told you about this because so many other things came in between and made me forget,” confessed Nan, quickly. “Come on! Let me show you.”
She started down the basement stairs, but Bess hung back.
“I don’t know about following a ghost.”
“Nonsense! It’s only a boy,” said Nan. “He’s the very boy who pulled me out of the water the other morning. And he’s somebody else, too!”
“I don’t know what you mean, and I don’t know where you’re leading me,” grumbled Bess.
“To the trunk-room,” said Nan, answering one question.
“But that boy could not get in there. The door’s locked.”
“We’ll see,” said Nan, hurrying on.