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Have you seen a ghost anywhere?" broke off Dozia. "Oh no, but I am so tired," Jane edged away from the suspector. "After all I do believe Judy is sensible, see her slumber." "Jane Allen, you are a fraud," pronounced the girl in the velveteen robe. "You are smothering some mystery and I must have stepped on the spring," guessed the inquisitive caller.
"Silly child," scolded Dozia, her own eyes heavy with the ordinary common garden variety of sleep. "Would you expect company to do all the lugging? Who's to set up the billet?" "Volunteers?" called Jane, and from somewhere not before observed stepped out little Sarah Rowland. "I shall be glad to help," she said timidly, and instantly a volley of eyes challenged her.
"She'll ruin her skirt," suggested Jane as they drew the rug out from under the blue accordion pleats. "What's a mere skirt compared with that?" Dozia stood aside to admire the unconscious Judy, but striking a statuesque pose she caught the critical eye of Jane and was rewarded with a most complimentary smile. "Where did you get that wonderful robe, Dozia?" Jane asked.
"And I'm sure there's a sweet little mother but we saw the mother!" Jane broke off suddenly. "How incongruous that those two country folks should have a son at college like our Ted!" "Our Ted," echoed Judith, allowing her head to droop on Jane's shoulder impressively. "Awful!" moaned Judith. "Turrible," groaned Dozia.
The outstanding fact was a weighty argument. In a shorter time than occupies this explanation Jane and Dozia and Janet reached the Town Hall. The ancient building of dingy brick filled a conspicuous spot facing the Square; its carriage stone was a revolutionary relic and two reliable cannon set off the much trampled green diamond in front with something of a stately significance.
It was almost evening, the day turned so quickly, when Jane, Judith, Dozia and the two freshmen, Sally and Shirley, cut across the golf links to touch town for some drug store supplies, before going into the college grounds.
"A neat little note, 'unable to keep up with her class, I suppose," said Jane. "And while I don't wish that girl any more harm than she's bent on, I am bound to confess I would sigh in relief at her departure." "But that lovely brother Ted," mourned Dozia. Judith had been made fully acquainted with the fragmentary letter recovered in the ghost raid. "That would be hard," agreed Judith.
Stumbling over low underbrush in their rubber soled tennis shoes was not like walking out in the open, and just as Dozia breathed a sigh of relief that the landscape gardening went no further, a wild scream, shrill and piercing, cut the night like an arrow! Speechless, the girls stood terrified, while the wail seemed to linger suspended somewhere!
I am afraid she spends a lot of time in Dol Vin's." "But how could she ever get two hundred dollars for brother Ted?" "I wonder, Dozia, could she be in partnership with Dol?" "She might, but wouldn't that mean an outlay?" "Of course. There'll be little profit there and two hundred!" The amount was appalling to Jane's practical mind. Voices broke in on the soliloquy.
Miss Gifford was now trying to march her charges back, but a good sized contingent refused flatly to comply with her orders. They answered her quietly but firmly. "They would never sleep another night in Lenox Hall. If it wasn't haunted it was surely queer." With the courage of juniors Jane and Dozia attempted to laugh the whole thing off, but the freshmen were determined.
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