“Playing ghost at night,” said Pythagoras with a grin.
“Who made that ghost in the window?” I demanded.
“I did. I rigged up an arm and put it out the window the afternoon I left, hoping Beth would come down and see it, but we’ve got a jim dandy one now.”
“That was quite a shapely arm,” said Rob. “Where did you learn sculpturing?”
“Oh, I rigged it up,” he said casually.
“What did you bring in the way of supplies?”
“Bacon, crackers, beans, candy, popcorn, gum, peanuts, pickles, candles, matches, and butter,” was the glib inventory.
“You may stay here,” I said, “until we go home, but you are not to stir away from the woods about here and not on any account to come near the hotel, or let it be known that you are here. And you are to end this ghost business right off. Now, Di, we’ll go home to mudder.”
“No!” bawled Di. “Stay with boys. Mudder come here.”