“See this!” shrieked Bobby, suddenly.
She was pointing to the table, set as usual for breakfast. Pinned to the red and white checked table-cloth was a crisp ten dollar bill.
“Whoever robbed us paid for the goods,” Mrs. Morse said, feebly.
“It was that ha’nt!” declared Liz.
At that the story of the man’s face she had seen at the edge of the wood the evening before, came out. All the girls heard the story, and at once there was a great hullabaloo! 116
“A man on the island!” gasped Nellie. “I’m going home.”
“Pooh!” said Bobby. “Liz says it’s a ghost. A kleptomaniac ghost at that.”
“He can’t be a kleptomaniac, Bobby,” said Laura, laughing, “or he wouldn’t have left money for the goods.”
“He’s a kleptomani-antic ghost, then!” giggled Bobby.
“How ridiculous!” said Jess. “Whoever heard the like?”