"Is there a crazy man running loose around here?" Ernestine Johanson inquired with a shudder.
"There must be," Olga declared with a suggestion of awe in her voice. "If it isn't a ghost-and I don't believe in such things-it must be somebody escaped from a lunatic asylum."
"I saw something mysterious moving through the woods near our cottage one night," Addie Graham interposed at this point. "Nobody else in the family would believe me when I told them about it. It looked like a man in a long white robe and long hair and a long white beard. It was moonlight and I was looking out of my bedroom window. Suddenly this strange being appeared near the edge of the timber. He was looking toward the house, and I suppose he saw me, for he picked up a stone and threw it at the window where I stood. It fell a few feet short of its mark, and then the ghost or the insane man-call him what you please-turned and ran away."
"My sister told us about that next morning, and we all laughed at her," said Olga, continuing the account. "I told her to go out and find the stone, and she went out and picked one up just about where she said the stone that was thrown at her fell."
"Were there any other stones near there?" Marion Stanlock inquired.
"We looked around specially to find out if there were any others near, but didn't find any," Olga answered. "Addie-that's my sister-had the laugh on us all after that."
"Do you live in the cottage over there?" Ethel Zimmerman inquired, pointing toward the Graham summer residence.
"Yes," Addie replied. "Our name is Graham. We were very much interested when we learned that a company of Camp Fire Girls were camping near us."
"Don't you girls camp out any?" Katherine asked with the view of possibly bringing out an explanation of the Graham girls' attire, which seemed suited more for promenading along a metropolitan boulevard than for any other purpose.
"Oh, dear no," Olga answered somewhat deprecatingly. "We'd like to well enough, you know, but we're in society so much that we just don't have time."