"No, these doctors are all well-known men, and have good reputations," said Mr. Lagg, with another puzzled shake of his head. "They wouldn't do such a thing. I don't doubt but what this haunting business can be explained; but how? That's the question. How? I can't solve it—I haven't time—daren't leave my store. Now you girls are smart and brave. The ghost of Elm Island didn't bother you, so why should this one?"
"Oh, well, we'll think about it," promised Mollie. "Now what we most need are cheese crackers—and not ghostly ones, either, Mr. Lagg."
"You shall have the best in stock."
Then, his mind being turned in another channel he recited this:
| "Cheese crackers I have, large and small |
| Enough for one—enough for all. |
| I've sardines and pickles too, |
| My aim is always to please you." |
"And you generally hit what you aim at," laughed Grace. "I think I'll have a few more chocolates," she added, as she inspected her box. "These won't last all day, and I know yours are good, Mr. Lagg."
"I'll bring them out," he said, as he hurried into the store.
The girls bought a few other things they found they had overlooked in starting off, and once more they got under way.
"Don't forget the ghost!" pleaded Mr. Lagg, as he waved farewell. "Get rid of it for me."
"Poor old man—he really means it," said Amy. "I wonder what can be in that house?"