which ran at the foot of the incline. There she splashed about frantically
and implored her companions to "thave" her until helped to terra firma by
Harriet.

The day was a busy one for Harriet and Jane. The latter was making many
mysterious preparations for the evening. She had studied Harriet's
directions for making molasses candy as faithfully as she could study
anything, consulting learnedly with Mrs. Livingston about the quantity
that should be made, but making no reference to the other part of the
entertainment.

When evening came and the candy was brought out in great yellow heaps to
be pulled there was excitement in plenty. Tommy followed the girls who
carried the candy licking her fingers daintily.

"Have you been eating molasses candy already?" demanded Margery.

"Yeth. Tho have you. I thee thome on your fathe. Ithn't it delithiouth?"

"I should say so!" exclaimed Margery. "Jane McCarthy, you certainly know
how to make molasses candy."

"Thank you." Jane's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled with
excitement. She never was so happy as when leading, no matter whether it
were in making candy or racing with a motor car.

The candy pull was a great success, the ropes of sweet stuff being thrown
over low-hanging limbs where the candy was pulled and pulled amid much
laughter and many shouts. Several trees were used for the purpose. The
candy pull being finished all the girls gathered about the fire, sitting
down Turk fashion.

"The little ghost will now appear among you and relate some live stories
from ghostland," announced Crazy Jane.

A slender white figure stepped from behind a tree so quickly as to bring
little screams of alarm from several girls. The figure was dressed in
white with a white mask covering her face. Some of the girls recognized
Harriet Burrell, but the majority did not. They did, however, shout with
laughter when a second ghost, the assistant to the first tripped out from
behind another tree with a little chirp that was distinctly unghostly.

"Hello, girlth," she piped.

The second ghost's usefulness was thereupon ended for the evening. The
girls grabbed and unmasked her. Harriet raised a wand, in this case a
burning fagot.

"Maidens fair," she began in a deep impressive voice. "Do you know what a
banshee is?"

"I know," cried Hazel. "A banshee is a ghost, that the peasants in Ireland
believe in. It stands outside their windows at night and wails dismally.
Its appearance is sup