“A stick, wasn’t it?”
“I don’t think so,” Judy answered. “I think it was a chair rung. And Horace, I saw something else.”
“It was a face in the pond,” Holly put in. “A lady’s face.”
“Oh!” gasped Honey.
“It wasn’t what you’re thinking,” Judy told her, “but it was every bit as uncanny. I could hardly believe it myself. Horace, look!”
She turned to show him what she had discovered in the beaver dam, but the headlights of the car were no longer shining on it.
“It’s gone!” gasped Holly. “Judy, it was a ghost!”
“No, it was there. I’m sure of it,” Judy declared. “It was the leg of that lady table Dad used to have in his reception room.”
“In Roulsville?” Horace questioned.
“Yes, before the flood. I think it must have washed down here some way. The beavers do use pieces of furniture in their dam building. I thought so when I first saw it, and now I’m sure of it. Horace, that was the lady table,” Judy insisted. “That face I remember so well was looking right at me. It was weird and a little bit frightening, but I’m sure of what I saw.”