“You couldn’t, Cora, dear—not in the limited time at our disposal,” said Belle, languidly sinking into an easy wicker chair. “You know too much.”
“Thank you. I believe this was my treat, so now we’re even. But I meant all I know about Camp Surprise.”
“First, how did it get its name?” asked Bess.
“Because of the surprising things that happen there.”
“Happen—happen?” queried Belle. “Do you mean they still happen?”
“Well, so mother said,” observed Cora.
“Bur-r-r!” shivered Bess, with a hasty glance over her shoulder. “I’m not so sure I want to go there.”
“Nonsense!” cried Cora. “If there’s a ghost we’ll lay it—whatever that means.”
“Oh, Cora! Ghosts!”
“Oh! I don’t mean that, exactly. It isn’t so bad as that. The worst things that have happened are that things in the bungalow seem to be upset and misplaced without reason.”