“Oh, yes, of course—if you wanted us to. My aunt was coming anyhow, and perhaps Mrs. Munsen would help us out.”
“I’m sure she would,” said Marjorie. “All right, then, I’m perfectly willing. But we couldn’t very well close the tea-house early that evening—Saturday night’s a rather important one, you know.”
“Oh, there will be plenty of time!” said Anna. “We wouldn’t want to start the party before nine o’clock—or even half-past. Thanks so much, Miss Wilkinson.”
When Marjorie related the incident at lunch time, it instantly brought to the girls’ minds the stories connected with the tea-house.
“Maybe we’ll find out whether there’s anything to them,” remarked Lily.
“No, we can’t, either!” said Marie Louise. “Because, don’t you remember, it’s early morning—just before dawn—when the ghost is supposed to walk. And the party will be over before then.”
“Let us hope so!” put in Mrs. Munsen. “As long as I’m to be a chaperone, I’d like to get in bed before morning.”
“Oh, the party will have to break up at midnight,” said Marjorie. “It wouldn’t look well for the tea-house to have it last late. You see everybody knows it is run by Girl Scouts—and that we’re not very old—”
“Mere babies!” laughed Alice.
“You mean for a baby!” corrected Daisy. “I don’t want you to forget Betty!”