“Shades of Morpheus preserve us!” laughed Mollie. “Olives!”
“Does the ghost keep you awake?” asked the storekeeper.
“Not—not lately!” answered Betty, truthfully.
“The ghost! The ghost! with clanking chains,
It comes out only when—it rains!”
Thus Amy anticipated Mr. Lagg.
“Very good—very good!” he commended. “I must write that down. Hank Lefferton was over setting eel pots on the island last night, and he said he seen it.”
“The ghost?” faltered Betty.
“Yep. Chains and all.”
“Well, we didn’t,” said Aunt Kate, decidedly. “Come along, girls.”
They had written some souvenir cards, which they mailed, and again they went sailing about Rainbow Lake.