Haunted House," and wove many a tale of mystery about it.
Beside it was an apple orchard, its trees dying of old age, and
under one of them was a grave with a headstone. Nyoda swung her
heels against the stone wall and contemplated this gaunt remnant
of other days. She glanced down the road to see if the girls
were coming. They were not yet in sight.

"Sahwah," she said in a tone that proclaimed a sudden
inspiration, "I 'stump' you to go into the haunted house and make
ghostly noises when the girls come along." Sahwah needed no
urging to undertake a mission of this kind. Hand in hand the two
stole across the road and climbed in one of the windows of the
house. The door, locked years ago, was still holding its ground
against intruders. The room they stepped into was empty save for
an old spinning wheel, thick with dust and cobwebs, which stood
in the corner. The floor echoed hollowly to their footsteps and
instinctively they rose up on tiptoe, to stop the noise. Thus
they walked cautiously about making believe that they were
followed by ghostly footsteps, and clinging to each other in mock
terror. There was a closed door at one end of the room and Nyoda
whispered dramatically: "In one minute that door will swing open
and a ghostly hand will be thrust in."

She had hardly finished speaking when the door did swing open,
and a hand clutching a paint brush came through. Nyoda gave a
fine shriek and fell over backwards as if fainting. The hand was
followed by a body and a head. "What the devil!" said a voice.
"Excuse me, ladies, what the devil!" Finding that the haunted
house was haunted by a painter they returned to the road and
resumed their seat on the fence to wait for the girls.

Thus the days slipped by, each more lovely than the last, filled
to the brim with joyous incidents that would linger in the
memories of the girls as long as they lived. One of the big
events of this last week was the dancing party given for them by
the Mountain Lake boys. The boys' big assembly hall was
decorated with flags in honor of the occasion, in addition to the
trophies and banners lining the walls, which Mountain Lake Camp
had won in athletic and aquatic contests with other camps.
Hinpoha and Gladys were easily the belles of the ball, and had so
many partners to choose from that it was hard choosing. Sahwah
said afterward that she was glad she was not so popular, because
she did not have to spend so much time splittin