“You don’t suppose she—was the ghost, do you?” asked Sandy.
“No, she’s just a kid. She wouldn’t think of a thing like that. Besides, she was probably abed and asleep at that time of night. But I’ll bet she’s heard something.”
“We’ll appoint you a committee, Spud, to take her a box of candy once a week so she’ll keep mum,” said The Fungus.
“Yes, make it caramels,” suggested Hoop, “and she can’t talk even if she wants to.”
“How old is she?” asked Sandy.
“Oh, I don’t know,” answered Spud carelessly. “About as old as—as a girl.”
“Really? You surprise me!”
“Well, how old do you think, Cal?”
“I don’t know either,” Cal replied. “I’ve got a sister who’s thirteen and I cal’late this girl’s about the same size.”