“It’s Polly,” answered one ghost.
“It’s Lois,” answered the other.
A minute later, when they were both curled up on the bed, Lois found Betty’s hand and squeezed it.
“Betty, dear, I’m so sorry,” she said.
“So am I,” agreed Polly. “It’s the only disappointment in this glorious day.”
“You know you’re cut up about it, dear; no use pretending,” pursued Lois.
“We saw you leave long before the bell. Oh, Bet—” but Polly was cut short.
“Saw me leave? I should think you might have; I didn’t leave; I fled. But not because—well not because of what you think, I saw the Spartan coming.”
“Then you were not in the ‘blues’ all evening?” asked Lois doubtingly.
“Certainly not,” Betty assured her. “I was studying my Latin, and now do let me go to sleep.”