"We can't keep
enough on hand. I think we'll have to buy them by the case after
this."
"As Grace does her chocolates," remarked Betty, with a smile that took
all the sarcasm out of the words.
"Well," remarked Grace, drawlingly, "I have noticed that you girls are
generally around when I open a fresh box."
"Well hit!" cried Amy. "Don't let them fuss you, Grace my dear."
"I don't intend to."
Mr. Lagg helped his red-haired boy of all work to carry the girls'
purchases down to the boat.
"You must be fixing for a long voyage," he remarked.
"No, we are going to camp over on Elm Island," said Betty.
The storekeeper started.
"What! With the ghost?" He nearly dropped a package of fresh eggs.
"Really, Mr. Lagg, is there-- er-- anything really there?" asked
Mollie, seriously.
"Well, now, far be it from me to cause you young ladies any alarm,"
said Mr. Lagg, "but I only repeat what I heard. There is something on
that island that none of the men or boys who have seen and heard it
cannot account for."
"Just what is it?" asked Betty,
"Do you want me to tell you?"
"Certainly-- we are not afraid.
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