“It was interesting,” I said, “but I think it would be a bore to see the same ghost twice.”
“I am sure I don’t care to go again,” was 132 Silvia’s emphatic reply when asked to be one of the party.
“Ghosts are scientifically admitted and explained,” growled Rob, “so I don’t see anything to be excited about.”
Beth accepted the offer of escort of one of the students, so Silvia, Rob, and I remained at home. The night was quite cool, and we played cards in our room. When the party returned, Beth joined us. She looked rather out of sorts.
“Oh, yes,” she replied in answer to Silvia’s eager inquiry. “We saw the ghost. I don’t know whether it was the same little old last night’s ghost or a new one. He showed more of himself this time though. He had two arms and a veiled head out of the window. As soon as our crowd glimpsed it, they all fled quicker than we did last night. Those two students fell all over each other and left me in the lurch.”
“What could you expect,” asked Rob, “from such ladylike things? They ought to be kept in the confines of the croquet ground. If they are a fair specimen of the kind you have met, no wonder you––”
He stopped abruptly.