“All right, then,” said Anna, sulkily; “I dreamt it!”
“But tell us about the message,” pleaded Marie Louise, longing to hear more of the weird story the girl had hinted at.
“But you won’t believe that either!” muttered Anna.
“Yes, yes, we will!” cried Lily. “Please tell us!”
“Well,” said Anna, “once I seemed to be roused up from my trance or sleep or whatever you call it by a series of knocks. I opened my eyes, but it was so dark that I couldn’t see nothing. Then I heard a hollow voice say:
“‘TELL THOSE GIRLS TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE. IT IS HAUNTED!’”
“What kind of voice?” demanded Marjorie, in a hoarse whisper.
“A spirit’s voice, I tell you! Now—I’ve told you everything I know—won’t you please let me go to bed?”
“Oh, you poor girl!” exclaimed Mrs. Munsen, in a motherly tone. “How selfish we have been! How thoughtless! You shall go to bed right away!”
As soon as the girl was gone, John Hadley offered to drive over to Mrs. McCreedy’s with the good news; and the others settled down to talk the whole thing over.