“But we want something new,” stipulated Tess. “Can you think of something like—like a ghost, Sammy?”
“Oh, a ghost!” shrilly whispered Dot.
“Not a real ghost, of course,” went on Tess. “There aren’t any. But a make-believe ghost, Sammy. Could you make one?”
Sammy thought long and deeply—at least for him. Then he clapped his hands and cried:
“I have it! The very thing!”
“What?” demanded the girls.
Then they put their heads together and whispered.
“Where are the children?” asked Ruth of Agnes, a little later, when they were both down in the kitchen, making arrangements with Mrs. MacCall and Linda about the serving of refreshments at the little affair that evening. It was the first of some informal gatherings to entertain Nalbro Hastings and Hal Dent.
“The bairns?” repeated the Scotch housekeeper. “I think they have gang awa’.”
“Where?” asked Ruth.