"We sure will!"
"Well, if we see, or hear, anything of it we'll let you know,"
promised Betty. "Poor fellows," she murmured, as they rowed away. They
had made a circuit of the lake, going in many coves, but without
success.
"It's about time to be thinking of camp, if we're going in for that
sort of thing," announced Betty one day. "Shall we try it, girl?"
"I'd like it," said Mollie. "We can use the boat, too; can't we?"
"Of course," replied Betty.
"And sleep aboard?" asked Grace.
"No, let's sleep in a tent," proposed Amy. "It will be lots of fun."
"But the bugs, and mosquitoes-- not to mention frogs and snakes," came
protestingly from Grace.
"Oh, we've done it before, and we can use our mosquito nets," said
Betty. "I heard of a nice tent, and a well-fitted up camp over on Elm
Island we can hire for a week or so."
"But the ghost-- the one Mr. Lagg told about?" asked Mollie.
"We'll 'lay' the ghost!" laughed Betty. "Seriously, I don't believe
there is anything more than a fisherman's story to account for it.
Still, if you girls are afraid---- "
"Afraid!" they protested in chorus.
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