"Certainly not. It may be," said Betty, "that some one is playing a
joke on us. In that case we'll not give him the satisfaction of
knowing that we saw anything. We will keep silent, girls." And they
did.

"Matches, soap and oil and butter,
Business gives me such a flutter."

Mr. Lagg recited this as Betty gave her order.

"Have you seen the ghost?" he asked.

"Oh!" cried Grace, "you have in some fresh chocolates! I must have
some."

"You'll find my chocolates sweet and good,
To eat on lake or in the wood!"

Mr. Lagg's attention being diverted to a net subject, he did not press
his question. Thus the girls escaped committing themselves.

"I think we are going to have a storm," remarked Betty, when they were
under way again, cruising down the lake toward Triangle Island, where
they expected to call on some friends. "And as Rainbow gets rough very
quickly, I think we shall turn back."

"Yes, do," urged Amy. "I detest getting wet."

"The cabin is dry," urged Grace.