"Oh, you may try," conceded Roger ungraciously. "But if Win stays up there all night, I'll pay him out."
"Mother thinks from Miss Connie's note that they were doing something very interesting and she really wanted him," Fran said lazily, her face pressed against the pane. "How angry and gray the water looks."
"I've a great mind to bunk," said Roger gloomily. "It's not fair for me to work alone all the afternoon."
"Edith and I have been at school all the morning," said the peace-making Frances. "And Win does work when he can; he never really shirks, Roger."
"He likes to study," grumbled Roger. "I don't."
"There are so many things you can do that Win can't," reminded his sister.
"Don't preach," retorted Roger, but Fran's comment recalled to his mind the conversation with Max in the cave. Boy-like, Roger would not admit even to himself any repentance for his short-comings on that occasion, but the recollection served to smooth his present ruffled feelings. Win had worked alone with Bill Fish all that afternoon and Roger remembered most distinctly how Mr. Max looked when he said he was going back to Paris and waste no more time.
"Win is having fun, I'm sure," said Fran at length. "Miss Connie promised Edith and me that we shall come up and sleep in the haunted room some night if we like."
"What's it haunted by?" demanded Roger.
"She wouldn't tell us. Says if we know, we'll be sure to see things. But she is going to have a bed put up for herself and come in with us, so I'm sure it's nothing very dreadful. I'm so glad we came to Jersey just so we could know Miss Connie."