"And camp on an island, too," added Amy. "I know I shall love that."

"Any particular island?" asked Mr. Lagg.

"Elm is a nice one," remarked Will "Why don't you girls try that? It
isn't as far as Triangle, and it's nearly as large. It's wilder and
prettier, too."

"Know anything about Elm Island, Mr. Lagg?" asked Frank, as he
inspected some fishing tackle.

"Well, yes, I might say I do," and Mr. Lagg pursed up his lips.

"Is it a good place?"

"Oh, it's good all right, but----" and he hesitated.

"What is the matter?" demanded Betty quickly. She thought she detected
something strange in Mr. Lagg's manner.

"Why, the only thing about it is that it's haunted-- there's a ghost
there," and as he spoke the storekeeper slipped a generous slice of
cheese on a cracker and munched it.

CHAPTER IX

OFF ON THE TRIP

The girls stared blankly at one another. The boys frankly winked at
each other, clearly unbelieving.