“Don’t be silly!” exclaimed Bess, who, perhaps because her nerves were better protected, did not give way to emotion so readily as did her thinner sister. “Isn’t this just what we’ve been looking for—and hoping for?”
“Hoping for?” asked Paul. “Well, I must say it’s a queer sort of hope!”
“Oh, I don’t mean that, exactly,” Bess went on. “But we knew something like this was bound to happen, and this is the first manifestation.”
“No, not exactly the first,” Cora said.
“What do you mean?” asked Bess. “Isn’t this the first time anything has been upset in our bungalow?”
“Yes, but it isn’t the first manifestation,” Cora went on. “Shall we tell, Belle?” she asked.
“Yes,” nodded the slim Robinson girl.
“Though how you can connect the queer noise with what has taken place here I don’t see,” put in Walter who had been looking curiously about the upset room, which none of them had ventured yet to enter.
“What! Does he know about it, too?” asked Belle.
Cora nodded. “He heard it, and thought at first it was thunder.”