"Maybe the ghost will carry off our camp," remarked Amy.

"Don't you dare let Aunt Kate hear you say that or she'll run away!"
cried Betty. "Come on, everyone help get supper, and we'll be through
early," and, gaily humming she began to set the table that stood under
a canvas shelter in front of the big tent.

CHAPTER XIX

A QUEER DISTURBANCE

"Have we blankets enough?"

"It's sure to be cool before morning."

"We can burn the oil stove turned down love-- that will make the tent
warm."

"Oh, but it makes it so close and-- er-- smelly."

They all laughed at that.

Betty and her chums were preparing to spend their first night in camp
on Elm Island, in the tent. They had had supper-- eating with fine
appetites-- and after a little run about the lake had tied up at the
small dock near their tent.

"A lantern would be a good thing to burn," said Aunt Kate. "That will
give some warmth, too."