Walking carefully so that they would not soak their shoes with the heavy dew, the girls tramped across the lawn to the back door of Calico Cottage.
Miss Meadows, who had seen them coming, flung open the door.
“I’m ashamed to have telephoned you,” she apologized. “Have you had breakfast?”
“An early one,” Judy replied as she and Kathleen entered the warm kitchen. “If those are muffins I smell, we can eat another one though!”
“Blueberry muffins,” Miss Meadows smiled, peeping into the oven. “You arrived at just the right time, for they’ll be done in three minutes.”
“Aunt Mattie, why did you send such an urgent telephone message?” Judy asked abruptly. “You said it wasn’t the ghost again.”
“No, the basement was quiet enough last night.”
“Then what did happen?”
“I know you think I’m nervous and silly—”
“No such thing, Aunt Mattie.”