"We don't know whose they are."
"So much the better; our consciences won't trouble us. And if anyone
comes to claim them we can pay for what we eat--I have money!" and she
jingled her silver purse, "And now, 'let good digestion wait on
appetite, and health on both,'" she quoted. "Fall to!"
The girls laughed, but they did "fall to." Cans and tins were opened,
crackers and slices of bread spread, and with peach juice to drink, for
they did not like to draw any water, fearing it might not be fresh--they
ate--and ate--and ate again.
"Oh, how good I feel!" cried Grace, as there came a pause.
"But how in the world do you imagine this stuff got here?" asked Amy.
"Why seek to inquire?" spoke Mollie. "That it is here is sufficient for
me. Another olive, Betty, dear?"
"The--our friend the ghost may have provided it," said Grace.
"You are coming on bravely," commented Betty. "If you will----"
She paused--they all did--mouths half opened. For from somewhere in the
structure came a hollow and terrifying groan, and then followed the
unmistakable sound of clinking metal, while a bluish light flashed
around them. Then came another long-drawn cry--a shrill, eerie wail, and
both their lights went out, leaving them in total darkness, while the
storm shrieked about the old house, rocking it, and swaying it as though
to tear it from its foundations.
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