“What was going to continue?” he inquired.
“The surprises in our camp. You know——”
“Continue!” he interrupted. “I didn’t know we had had any. I had begun to think it was all a hoax.”
“Oh, no,” cried Cora, impulsively. “There was a——”
She caught herself just in time, for she recalled that she and Belle had agreed not to mention the queer noise.
“Was it a ghost?” asked Walter.
“It wasn’t anything,” Cora hastened to say. “Look, see that curl of smoke. Isn’t it just like a great big ostrich plume? What a hat it would require to carry it! A giant’s hat.”
“Lady giant you mean,” said Walter. “But look here, Cora, you are keeping something from me.”
“Not at all.”
Her manner was light, but Walter was a good guesser.