“Cara Wayne, you know very well that ghosts don’t exist,” Madge said sternly. “Now tell us exactly what happened.”
“Well, I went to the old mansion as I was told to do. I went around the back way and found the gate ajar. Believe me, I wasn’t very keen to go inside, but I made myself do it. No sooner had I stepped inside than I saw the thing—oh, it was awful!”
“What did it look like?” Edna demanded.
“I just saw something white and a face—it frightened me so I turned and ran. I made it back here in about thirty seconds flat.”
“What was your so called ghost doing in the Swenster yard?” Madge questioned curiously.
“Digging with a shovel!”
Until now the girls had been impressed with Cara’s story although they took no stock in ghosts, but this announcement called forth gales of laughter in which all joined save Madge. She had begun to think that perhaps Cara’s fright was based upon something more substantial than imagination. She kept the thought to herself.
“You must have been seeing things!” Jane scoffed.
“Well, if you don’t believe me, go there yourself and find out!” Cara challenged.
Madge tactfully put an end to the argument by suggesting that refreshments be served.