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You've rooked 'em, chiselled 'em out of a lot of cash, too. There was old Lamson fifteen hundred for the goitre on his neck; and Mrs. Gilligan for the cancer two thousand, wasn't it? Tincture of Lebanon leaves you called the medicine, didn't you? You must have made fifty thousand or so in the last ten years."
"Oh, half a dozen," said Laura indifferently, and he was just about to ask some more questions when Mrs. Gilligan met them at the door and began giving instructions. After that there was nothing to do but obey, and the boys and girls did not meet again until lunch time. Then they regarded each other across the table joyfully.
"But we can't just sit back and let the piano perform like that every night, can we?" asked Ferd, in an argumentative tone. "I'd rather stay awake part of the night than all of it." "Don't you even want to solve the mystery?" asked Chet, in an aggrieved voice. "Mystery humph," grunted Mrs. Gilligan, feeling very brave and disdainful in the bright sunshine.
"If the rest of you want to go roaming all over this gloomy old place at night you can do it, but you'll have to leave me out." "Vi's right," said Mrs. Gilligan, just as the boys were about to protest. "There isn't any use going into this thing any further to-night and getting the girls all upset. I'll stay down here awhile and see what I can see." "Let me stay with you," asked Chet eagerly.
"Mother's beginning to shake her head, and you mustn't let her, Billie. She'll do anything for you." Mrs. Jordon laughed and made room for Billie on the divan beside her. "Now perhaps you'll tell me," she said, "what this crazy daughter of mine is talking about. So far I've got a sort of confused jumble of a haunted house and vacations and Mrs. Gilligan.
"I know I'll never be able to stand it," and she glanced nervously over her shoulder. "Well, could you stand the dark any better?" asked Mrs. Gilligan practically, as she began to light the candles one after another. "There will probably be other candelabra in the house, and if you get enough of them burning there's nothing in this world that is prettier. For myself I just love candle light."
"Look out, now, go slow," Mrs. Gilligan was cautioning them. "We don't want to stumble over this luggage and get a broken leg or two. Ouch!" she exclaimed, as she stubbed her toe against something hard. "I guess I'm the first casualty!"
I wish," she added, with a sudden little outburst unusual in Violet, "that that horrid old driver hadn't told us that horrid story. I catch myself listening for noises all the time." "But that's foolish," said Mrs. Gilligan, in that every-day, matter-of-fact tone that never failed to give the girls courage. "There isn't one of us who believes anything he said, so why let it worry us?
Roland!" called the conductor in stentorian tones, and with little squeals of excitement the girls found their hand baggage, gave one last little pat to their hats, and started toward the door. "You go first, Mrs. Gilligan," cried Violet, pushing that woman before her. "I wonder if Vi expects the ghosts to meet us at the station?" chuckled Laura in Billie's ear.
"Well, we're not going to live here," said Mrs. Gilligan briskly. "And you can't expect to find a thriving town away off a hundred miles from nowhere. Come on, let's see if we can find some sort of a wagon to take us and our belongings to Cherry Corners.
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