"I don't just mean that, either," she
hastened to add, "for I never saw a ghost before. But in all the
stories I ever read ghosts were tall and thin, of the willowy type----
"
"Like Grace," put in Betty, with rather a wan smile.
"Don't you dare compare me to a ghost!" commanded the Gibson girl,"
with energy that brought the blood to her pale cheeks. She ventured to
peer out from under the tent flap now. "Is it-- is it gone?" she
faltered.
"It's in the lake-- whatever it was," said Mollie. "But wasn't it
oddly shaped, Betty?"
"It was indeed. And it made plenty of noise. Real ghosts never do
that."
"Oh, some do!" asserted Amy. "I read the 'Ghost of the Stone Castle,'
a most fascinating story, and that ghost always rattled chains, and
made a terrible noise."
"What did it turn out to be?" asked Aunt Kate.
"The story didn't say. No one ever found out."
"Well, this one is exactly like Mr. Lagg described," spoke Grace,
"chains and all. What could it have been?"
"I imagine," said Betty, slowly, "that it may be some wild animal----
"
Grace screamed.
"What is it now?" asked Betty, regarding her.
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