"Shades of Morpheus preserve us!" laughed Mollie. "Olives!"

"Does the ghost keep you awake?" asked the storekeeper.

"Not-- not lately!" answered Betty, truthfully.

"The ghost! The ghost! with clanking chains,
It comes out only when-- it rains!"

Thus Amy anticipated Mr. Lagg.

"Very good-- very good!" he commended. "I must write that down. Hank
Lefferton was over setting eel pots on the island last night, and he
said he seen it."

"The ghost?" faltered Betty.

"Yep. Chains and all."

"Well, we didn't," said Aunt Kate, decidedly. "Come along, girls."

They had written some souvenir cards, which they mailed, and again
they went sailing about Rainbow Lake.

Several days passed. The girls went on little trips, on picnics,
cruised about and spent delightful hours in the woods. They thoroughly
enjoyed the camp, and the "ghost" did not annoy them. Mollie waited
anxiously for news from home, but none came.