“Oh, I didn’t say that at all!” cried the blushing Hazel. “I meant I would stay if the rest did.”
“Squelched!” murmured Jack in dejected tones. “Never mind, I’ll lay this ghost yet. Now let’s get things to rights, and then we’ll stay to supper with you girls.”
“Hadn’t you better wait until you’re invited?” asked Cora.
“Oh, do let them stay!” begged Belle. “I—I’m a bit nervous over this.”
“Another manly protector needed,” murmured Paul.
“Let us stay and we’ll help find the ghost,” suggested Walter, and the girls were glad enough to agree, for, truth to tell, they were a bit upset, and even Cora looked over her shoulder nervously as she ascended the stairs.
“Well, they didn’t come up and disturb your bedrooms this time,” said Mrs. Floyd, as she went to the upper story with the girls.
“Do you mean to say they actually have upset the things in the bedrooms?” asked Belle.
“Sometimes,” replied the caretaker. “Though that hasn’t happened of late.”
“Oh, dear!” sighed the slim girl. “I did hope we would be safe from them up here.”