On tiptoes they stole to her side. They could now hear more plainly the sobbing voice.
“It’s the ghost—crying!” whispered Natalie. “We have found it!”
CHAPTER XXXI
THE SECRET ROOM
“What shall we do?”
“Let’s run!”
“Oh, if—the boys were only here!”
Thus three voices whispered. Natalie was so busy listening at the chimney, turning her head this way and that, to better catch the sound that came down the flue, that she did not speak.
“Girls, be sensible!” commanded Mrs. Bonnell in a low voice. “It isn’t anything but the wind in the chimney.”
“It is not the wind,” said Natalie, softly. “Listen!”