“Great!” gasped the eager Bess. “If Mrs. Cupp knew we were doing this, she’d have a sure-enough ‘conniption,’ as Laura calls it.”
“My! I hadn’t thought of that,” Nan said doubtfully.
“Oh, come on,” cried the more reckless Bess.
“Well—we’ve come, so far, we might as well see it through.”
Just then they heard excited voices outside.
“Oh! what’s that?” whispered Bess.
“It’s Walter’s voice!” Nan exclaimed.
“And that squeally one is the ghost’s,” Bess declared.
The two girls ran to the side door. It, likewise, was unlocked. On the step, Walter Mason held the smaller boy so that he could not get away.
“Hullo, girls!” was Walter’s greeting. “Why, Nan! I’m glad to see you out again. But what are you doing down here at the boathouse? And who is this chap I just caught coming out?”