“You’ll have to have a care what you say before that young one, Ag. It was ‘the ghost in the garret’ she heard you speak about.”
“Well,” admitted the plump sister, “I could see the whole of that dusty old place. It doesn’t seem to me as though any ghost would care to live there. I guess that Eva Larry didn’t know what she was talking about after all.”
It was not, however, altogether funny. Ruth realized that, if Agnes did not.
“I really wish that girl had not told you that silly story,” said the elder sister.
“Well, if there should be a ghost——”
“Oh, be still!” exclaimed Ruth. “You know there’s no such thing, Aggie.”
“I don’t care,” concluded Aggie. “The old house is dreadfully spooky. And that garret——”
“Is a very dusty place,” finished Ruth, briskly, all her housewifely instincts aroused. “Some day soon we’ll go up there and have a thorough house-cleaning.”
“Oh!”
“We’ll drive out both the ghost and the goat,” laughed Ruth. “Why, that will be a lovely place to play in on rainy days.”