They were back in their own room at Lakeview Hall. Bess could not have told for the life of her how they had obtained their sweaters out of the locker, put them on, and escaped from the boathouse. But she knew that somehow Nan had kept her from running away in a panic.
“Why, Nan, we saw it!” Bess reiterated.
“Saw what?”
“The ghost.”
“We saw nothing of the kind. We saw something.”
“Well!”
“But a ghost is nothing. We could not see a spirit. That was something palpable we saw. It crossed in front of two windows and we could not see through it. It had a solid body.”
“We—ell,” Bess returned. “There may be solid ghosts.”
“Doesn’t stand to reason. There’s supper!”
“I—I don’t want supper much,” said Bess, shivering.