“How horrid!” gasped Agnes. “Oh, Eva! are you sure?”
“I never saw it,” confessed the other. “But I know all about it. So does my mother. She says it’s true.”
“Mercy! And in the daytime?”
“Sometimes at night. Of course, I suppose it can be seen at night because it is phosphorescent. All ghosts are, aren’t they?”
“I—I never saw one,” quavered Agnes. “And I don’t want to.”
“Well, that’s all about it,” said Eva, with confidence. “And I wouldn’t live in the house with a ghost for anything!”
“But we’ve got to,” wailed Agnes. “We haven’t any other place to live.”
“It’s dreadful,” sympathized the other girl. “I’ll ask my mother. If you are dreadfully frightened about it, I’ll see if you can’t come and stay with us.”
This was very kind of Eva, Agnes thought. The story of the Corner House Ghost troubled the twelve-year-old very much. She dared not say anything before Tess and Dot about it, but she told the whole story to Ruth that night, after they were in bed and supposed the little girls to be asleep.
“Why, Aggie,” said Ruth, calmly, “I don’t think there are any ghosts. It’s just foolish talk of foolish people.”