“Then the ghost didn’t scare you away, did it?” she asked, laughingly.
“Sh!” warned Marjorie. “We don’t want to scare our cook—she’s too good to lose! So please don’t talk about it.”
“Oh, there’s really no danger,” said Agnes, rather seriously, “unless somebody sleeps here. I guess nothing would happen in broad daylight. Ghosts only come at night, don’t they?”
Several of the girls smiled at the conversation, though one or two were nevertheless impressed by it.
“I’m going to prove that’s nonsense before the summer’s over,” replied Marjorie.
“How?” demanded Agnes.
“By staying here myself!” she answered, confidently.
“You’d better not!” warned Agnes, shaking her head.
It was six o’clock now, and all the girls except Marjorie and Lily were preparing to leave. The latter insisted that Ethel drive her car home, for she would be able to go back with John Hadley.
As soon as they had gone, Marjorie told Anna that she too might leave. Then she and Lily went out on the porch to wait and to hope for new arrivals. Again they were rewarded, this time by a pedestrian,—an elderly man—with a dog. Instantly the girls were all courteous attention.