"It's all very well for you to laugh now," he answered. "But maybe you won't feel so much like laughin' in the morning."
In spite of herself, Billie shivered a little, and the other girls looked frightened.
"If I was you," the driver went on with his unasked advice, "I'd turn right back an' spend the night in Roland. There's a boardin' house—"
"Nonsense, we're not going to turn back," spoke up Mrs. Gilligan, a trifle sharply, for she could see that the driver's evil prophecies were getting on the girls' nerves. "If there are any ghosts in that house—which of course there ain't—they'd just better show their faces around me, that's all. I'll give 'em such a taste of my rolling pin that they'll get discouraged for good and all."
She nodded her head vigorously, and the girls laughed.
"All right, all right," grumbled the driver, disgruntled at having his ideas treated in this highhanded manner. "You can laugh all you're wanting to. But I tell you, if it was me—"
"Which it isn't," Mrs. Gilligan interrupted shortly.
"I wouldn't stay in that there haunted place for a farm, I wouldn't."
"What makes you think it's haunted?" Laura persisted, for, of the three girls, Laura was by far the most curious. "Do people see lights and hear funny noises and such things?"
"Laura—" began Violet in protest.