“And have you no idea who it might be?” questioned Janet, who had now grown thoughtful.
“Not the slightest.”
“I wish I had seen it,” said Phœbe, softly.
“Oh, do you like ghosts? Well, then, I’ll take you with me on my next midnight ramble,” laughed Marion.
“Why not go to-night?” suggested Janet. “Phœbe is going to stay with me, and you may come too, Marion. Our house is even nearer to the graveyard than your own, and at dead of night we’ll all steal out and waylay his ghostship. What do you say?”
“I am willing,” declared Marion. “Are you sure you will not be frightened?”
“I may be,” admitted Janet, honestly; “but I’m willing to risk it.”
“So am I!” echoed Phœbe, eagerly.
“Then it is decided,” said Marion. “I frankly acknowledge, girls, that while we are living in an eminently practical and scientific age, these romantic adventures still prove fascinating. Let us hope we shall discover the ghost, and that the apparition will be of a quality to thrill our stagnant blood.”
“Must you go home first?” inquired Janet.