“Probably falling plaster!” laughed Sim.
“I’m not so sure of that,” said Arden.
“She’s thinking of what happened in the orchard,” remarked Terry.
“Well, something happened there all right,” Arden responded.
“Let’s forget it a while,” proposed Sim, and she stepped on the gas in her usual manner.
Home again, they were greeted at the door by the smiling Moselle who answered their ring.
“You-all have a nice ride?” she asked cheerfully.
“Grand,” answered Terry. “And we met up with some very fine ghosts, Moselle.”
“Ghosts?” Moselle’s eyes were wide.
“Over by Sycamore Hall,” Terry continued.