Johanson
inquired with a shudder.
"There must be," Olga declared with a suggestion of awe in her voice.
"If it isn't a ghost--and I don't believe in such things--it must be
somebody escaped from a lunatic asylum."
"I saw something mysterious moving through the woods near our cottage
one night," Addie Graham interposed at this point. "Nobody else in the
family would believe me when I told them about it. It looked like a man
in a long white robe and long hair and a long white beard. It was
moonlight and I was looking out of my bedroom window. Suddenly this
strange being appeared near the edge of the timber. He was looking
toward the house, and I suppose he saw me, for he picked up a stone and
threw it at the window where I stood. It fell a few feet short of its
mark, and then the ghost or the insane man--call him what you
please--turned and ran away."
"My sister told us about that next morning, and we all laughed at her,"
said Olga, continuing the account. "I told her to go out and find the
stone, and she went out and picked one up just about where she said the
stone that was thrown at her fell."
"Were there any other stones near there?" Marion Stanlock inquired.
"We looked around specially to find out if there were any others near,
but didn't find any," Olga answered. "Addie--that's my sister--had the
laugh on us all after that."
"Do you live in the cottage over there?" Ethel Zimmerman inquired,
pointing toward Graham summer residence.
"Yes," Addie replied. "Our name is Graham. We were very much interested
when we learned that a company of Camp Fire Girls were camping near us."
"Don't you girls camp out any?" Katherine asked with the view of
possibly bringing out an explanation of the Graham girls' attire, which
seemed suited more for promenading along a metropolitan boulevard than
for any other purpose.
"Oh, dear no," Olga answered somewhat deprecatingly. "We'd like to well
enough, you know, but we're in society so much that we just don't have
time."
Katherine wanted to ask the Graham girls if they were going to a stylish
reception before breakfast, but restrained the impulse.
Both Katherine and Hazel recognized Addie as the girl whom, on their
first trip to Stony Point, they had seen handle roughly the little boy
they believed to be Glen Irving, the grandnephew of Mrs. Hutchins' late
husband in whose interests they made the present trip of inspection.
Whether or not she recognized among the cam
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