the dock," answered Mollie, as she and Grace deposited their arm-loads
of blankets on the cots.

Then after the talk and laughter had died away, quiet gradually
settled down in the camp tent. The Outdoor Girls were trying to go to
sleep, but one and all, afterward, even Aunt Kate, complained that it
was difficult. Whether it was the change from the boat, or the talk of
the ghost, none could say. At any rate there were uneasy turnings from
side to side, and as each cot squeaked in a different key, and as one
or the other was constantly "singing," the result may be imagined.

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Grace, impatiently, after a half-hour of
comparative quiet, "I know I'll never get to sleep. Do you girls mind
if I sit up and read a little? That always makes me drowsy, and I've
got a book that needs finishing." Only Aunt Kate was slumbering.

"Got any chocolates that need eating?" asked Mollie, with a laugh, in
which they all joined, half-hysterically.

"Yes, I have!" with emphasis. "But, just for that you won't get any."

"I don't want them! You couldn't hire me to eat candy at night," and
again Mollie flared up.

"Girls, girls!" besought Betty. "This will never do! We will all be
rags in the morning."

"Polishing rags then, I hope," murmured Amy. "My hands are black from
the oil stove-- it smoked, and I'll need a cake of sand-soap to get
clean again."