"You're off," said Zee succinctly.
"It was a dream, dearest," said Rosalie, slipping a tender arm around her sister's shoulders. "You haven't been well lately."
"Never mind, Doris. It must have been a dream."
"It was not a dream. I was away out in the country by the hickory grove of the twins' Haunted House—I left the car and walked along the creek—"
"Did you see the Corduroy Crab?" asked Treasure eagerly.
"Maybe he lammed her on the head," said Zee, touching her own curly brow suggestively.
"I did not see any one. And I went right back to the road— You know I couldn't go way out there on foot, father."
"You must have been walking in your sleep, dear," said Rosalie. "Maybe you only dreamed you were there. You are home now, anyhow, and the car is here, and everything is all right."
"Rosalie, do you think I am out of my head?" demanded Doris sharply.