"At least I hope so," went on the poetical grocer, with a laugh. "Say
you'll undertake that job," he pleaded. "I've tried to get those doctors
to take the place, ghost and all, but they won't, and I'll have it on
my hands if I don't look out."
"We can't promise," spoke Mollie. "Maybe the boys--Grace's brother and
his chums--will undertake it, Mr. Lagg. If they don't, when we come back
from our tour, we'll consider it once more."
"Well, I'll hold you to that!" he declared. "This is getting serious
with me."
"Have the doctors made any other move?" asked Betty.
"No, not yet. They asked me if I could guarantee that there would be no
queer disturbances, and of course I couldn't so they said they'd have to
wait. But they're dickering for another place, and may take it. I wish
there was no such things as ghosts."
"There aren't!" declared Mollie, decidedly.
"Then how do you account for what happened in the old mansion?" asked
Mr. Lagg.
"Imagination," said Betty.
The storekeeper shook his head.
"A fellow like Pete Skillinger, or some of the fishermen around here,
might imagine," he admitted, "but not those scientific doctors. They
certainly saw, and heard, something they couldn't explain. They sure
did!"
"Did you make any inquiries to be sure they were not doing this
themselves?" asked Mollie. "I've heard of such cases."
"No, these doctors are all well-known men, and have good reputations,"
said Mr.
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