“Being a spook must be hungry work,” he said. Lucy and Dora told him that it was.
Only a few houses kept their porch lights burning and wouldn’t give the children the fun of having the door opened for them.
Lucy and Dora went to call at Miss Page’s home on the hill. Miss Page seemed to be expecting visitors, for she came to the door herself, screamed loudly and then guessed that the ghosts were Alice and Grace. The ghosts giggled and shook their heads.
“Iris and Mary,” suggested Miss Page, and she did not guess Lucy and Dora until she had named all the girls in her Sunday-school class. When the ghosts took little leaps she knew she had guessed correctly.
She gave them each a wee cake with pink icing and told them not to fall down the front steps and to be careful of their lanterns.
Next to Miss Page’s home stood Mr. Harper’s big house.
“Let us go in here,” said Lucy when they had untied the tapes on each other’s masks, eaten the little cakes, and then tied the tapes again.
“Alice will be out with the others,” said Dora.
“I know it, but there are some people at home. I can see her father sitting by the fire in the room where the curtain is up.”