“It’s just like the old story,” said Ruth. “Don’t you remember, where the bride hid from her husband and got locked in a trunk in a garret and her skeleton was not found till years and years afterwards?”
“Oh, Ruth, what a horrible story to tell!” burst out Martha.
This happening seemed to bring the young folks together again, and for the time being the little coldness between Jack and Ruth was forgotten. After supper the young folks gathered around the piano for a while and played and sang, and then listened in on a radio which the boys had brought from the city.
“There is something wrong with this radio set,” declared Jack, after they had made a number of attempts to get distant stations. “I think the best thing we can do is to look over the aërial to-morrow and see if we’ve got it just right.”
“I think that big elm tree interferes with it,” declared Randy.
A little later the boys prepared to make some prints from the films taken of the horse race, using a battery light for that purpose. It had now grown darker and Aunt Martha was going around lighting up.
The boys were still at work over the films, and the girls were in the sitting room with Ruth at the piano, when suddenly Martha let out a scream, and this was followed by a scream from Mary.
“What is it? What’s the trouble?” questioned Jack, as he came rushing in, followed by the others.
“Somebody looked in at the window!” declared Ruth.
“It was Slugger Brown!” gasped Martha.