here the nights."

"Don't you worry, Nora. It's just some poor crazy woman," said Nance
sensibly.

"Then where does she be after keeping herself hid in the daytime, Miss?"

"I can't say, but it will come out sooner or later. Ghosts don't exist."

"Shure an' you'll foind a-plenty of 'em in the old country, Miss."

"Well, maybe this is an imported ghost," laughed Molly.

Nevertheless, not a girl in college but felt slightly uneasy about being
out after dark alone, and most trans-campus visitors were careful to
come home early.

One night Molly and Nance had been down to the village to supper with
Judith Blount and Madeleine Petit. They had had a gay time and a jolly
supper and it was quite half past nine before they hurried up the hilly
road to Wellington. The two girls had locked arms and were walking
briskly along talking in low voices. It was a wonderful night. There was
no moon, but the stars were brilliant and Molly was inclined to be
poetical.

"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art," she began, waving her
free arm with expressive gestures. "Not in lone splendor hung aloft the
night----"

"Molly," hissed Nance, in a frightened whisper, "do be still, look!"
They had turned in at the avenue now, and there, directly over where old
Queen's once stood, was a tall figure draped in black. As the girls came
up, she began to moan in a low voice and wring her hands.

"Oh, Molly, I'm so scared, my knees are giving away. What shall we do?"

"Let's run," whispered Molly, admitting silently that the phantom was a
bit unnerving. "Here, take my hand and let's fly. She's crazy, of
course, and she might do anything to us."

With hands clasped, the two girls flew up the campus. Glancing over her
shoulder, Nance gave a wild cry and pressed along faster.

"She's chasing us," she gasped. "Oh, heavens, she'll kill us!"

[Illustration: Molly Glanced Back. Sure Enough, the Phantom ... was
Running Behind Them--_Page_ 198.]

Molly glanced back. Sure enough, the phantom, keeping well within the
shadow of the elms, was running behind them.

"Oh, Nance, can't you run a little faster?" she cried, now thoroughly
frightened.

Not a soul was on the campus that night. The place was entirely
deserted, and it looked for a few minutes as if they were going to have
a very uncomfortable time, but as they neared the Quadrangle, the figure
slipped away and was lost in the dense shadow of the trees that bordered
the avenue.