“We have to get out of the car before we get to the barn, Uncle Hiram,” explained Elizabeth Ann, as the car turned into the road that led directly to the Gould barn. “If they see us get out, they’ll know who we are.”
So Uncle Hiram stopped the car and shut off the lights about ten feet from the barn.
Elizabeth Ann and Doris took off their coats, jumped out, and ran up to the barn door.
“Oh-h!” cried Doris, shrinking back of Elizabeth Ann.
A tall white figure stood at the barn door and he bowed to them.
“Walk right in—I’m a ghost,” he said politely. “I’m very glad to see you, I’m sure.”
Elizabeth Ann giggled in delight. She thought for a ghost he had very nice manners.
“I’m a cat,” she said. “So’s——” but Doris pinched her just in time to prevent her from saying, “So’s Doris,” which, of course, would have given them both away.
They went into the barn, past the ghost, and found themselves on the large main floor.
“Isn’t it lovely!” said Elizabeth Ann.