“What can we do?” Walter demanded.
“I know one thing I am going to do,” declared, Belle, “and that is I’m going home in the morning.”
“No!” cried Cora.
“I am if this mystery isn’t cleared up. It’s getting on my nerves horribly,” and she gave a quick glance over her shoulder as a slight noise sounded.
“I did that,” confessed Hazel, who had dropped a book.
“Don’t do it again, my dear,” begged Belle.
“Now look here!” cried Cora, “this won’t do. We’re going to stick it out. We agreed on that, you know. We’re going to find out what this mystery is.”
“That’s what I say!” came from Bess.
“I’m willing to stay,” declared Hazel.
“Well, since I seem to be in the minority I’ll have to give in,” sighed Belle. “I’ll stay if you all do, but I really think some one ought to be in this bungalow with us—one of the boys or——”