blankets. Betty and Mollie stood clinging to each other.

"Though I don't think they were any braver than we," declared Grace
afterward. "They simply couldn't fall down, for Betty wanted to go one
way and Grace the other. So they just naturally held each other up."

"I couldn't stand," declared Amy. "My, knees shook so."

Aunt Kate was the first to speak after the apparition had passed away,
seeming to lose itself in the lake.

"Girls, have you any idea what it was?" she asked.

"The-- the--" began Amy. "Oh, I can't say it!" she wailed from beneath
the covers.

"Don't be silly!" commanded Betty, sharply. "If you mean-- ghost-- say
so," but she herself hesitated over the word.

"If that was the ghost it was the queerest one I ever saw!" declared
Mollie, with resolution. "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