“Yes, I know it,” her chum said, starting off.
“But, Nan!”
“Well?”
“Sup—suppose we see something?” gasped Bess.
“Why, we want to see something,” said Nan, puzzled. “We want to see our sweaters. And we want to feel them, too.”
“But I don’t mean that,” insisted Bess.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what they say,” objected Bess Harley. “It’s haunted!”
“I declare! you don’t believe that foolishness, do you, Bess Harley?” cried Nan.
“I don’t know whether I believe it or not,” confessed her chum. “But I don’t want to see any ghost.”