"Well, so I did," persisted Elsie, who did not like her word being doubted. "I heard it quite plainly; and there was a light in the tool-house."
"Are you sure you were not dreaming?" asked Mrs. Ormond.
"Yes, quite sure, mother."
"Did you grind any of your tools last night, Brian?"
"Oh no, aunt. I haven't touched the grindstone for a week at least. Besides, I'm too fond of bed to get up and sharpen chisels at two o'clock in the morning."
The speaker was a sturdy, good-natured boy, two years older than Guy, and greatly distinguished this term by having received the cap of the Rexbury Grammar School football team.
"You two girls are a couple of noodles," went on Guy. "I suppose you thought it was a ghost working at the stone?"
"Well, look here," cried Ida, anxious to turn the conversation; "who let Bob in last night? Elsie says she didn't, but he was in the house when I came over to your room."
"He was fastened up when I crossed the yard about eight o'clock last night," said Brian.
"Where did you find him this morning, Jane?" asked Ida, turning to the parlour-maid.