“No such thing,” Kathleen insisted loyally. “We may have made a mistake, but if so, it wasn’t our fault. We must have acted on mis-information.”
Judy grinned and squeezed her friend’s hand. “You’re a dear,” she said, “always bucking up my morale. Do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Then, let’s keep this little episode to ourselves. The other Scouts didn’t hear about it?”
“No, I didn’t say a word to anyone. I just kept out of view and watched those two men as you suggested.”
“Good!” Judy drew a relieved sigh. “If this gets out on me, my name will be mud! You know, I’m already being teased at Pine Cone Camp because of the Calico Cottage ghost!”
“We’re all taking a ribbing because of that boy with the flute,” Kathleen admitted. “Any theory as to what causes the strange sounds?”
“No, not yet,” Judy replied. “Everything was quiet the last night I spent at the cottage. I’m wondering though, how Aunt Mattie got along last evening?”
“Perhaps our driver will stop at the cottage for a few minutes, so we can check.”
“I intend to ask him,” Judy returned. “It must be seven o’clock now.”