“Aren’t you crazy to drive your car again?” asked Marjorie, when the three girls were in the roadster, with the former still at the wheel.
“Yes, but you may drive,” replied Lily. “Provided you don’t get arrested.”
“I’ll try not to,” laughed Marjorie. “Now—tell us all the news!”
“No, you tell me first! I’m terribly excited about the ghost at the tea-house. Of course I got your letter, describing your night there. Has anything happened since?”
“No, we haven’t done anything. But we are laying the plot for Saturday night.”
“Oh, Marj, you aren’t going to stay there again—all night!” gasped Lily, with a shudder at the very idea of the thing.
“Yes, I am, too!”
“And are you, too, Ethel?”
“No; I’ve just promised Marj to take a week’s holiday, so I’ll miss out this time.”
“Then who is going to stay there with you?” demanded Lily.