Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 4, 2025
"Oh, we all three want to sleep together," cried Violet, fearful that she might be picked to sleep alone. "There's safety in numbers." "All right, but I have to sleep somewhere," Mrs. Gilligan reminded her with a wry little smile. "Aren't you going to help me find some place? This may be the only bed that's in sleeping condition in the house."
Gilligan. "Come on," cried Billie again. "I'll go first, but you'll have to promise to follow me in." "Why, of course we'll follow you in," said Violet, loyal through all her fear. "You don't suppose we'd let you go into that awful place alone, do you?" "Well, I like that!" cried Billie, leading the way up the stone-paved walk. "Calling my beautiful old homestead an awful place."
"But we won't tell the boys and girls," Billie had said, with a delightful sense of conspiracy. "We'll wait and see if it works." As the young people came in, looking famished, Mrs. Gilligan rose and put some cold muffins in the oven to heat. "You won't get very much to eat," she warned them. "Billie and I had our breakfast at a respectable hour, and now you've got to take what's left."
"You heard it, too?" asked Chet, beginning to be interested again. "I certainly did," said Mrs. Gilligan, with a grimness that left no room for doubt. "And I'm not given to imagining things, either." "Well, I move we look around a bit," suggested Ferd, who was always eager for action. "The ghost may have retreated to the dining-room or something " "No, siree!" said Violet decidedly.
Gilligan, a trifle sharply, for she could see that the driver's evil prophecies were getting on the girls' nerves. "If there are any ghosts in that house which of course there ain't they'd just better show their faces around me, that's all. I'll give 'em such a taste of my rolling pin that they'll get discouraged for good and all." She nodded her head vigorously, and the girls laughed.
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."
Gilligan will want to undertake such an expedition. I couldn't blame her very much if she didn't," she added, with a rueful little smile, "knowing you girls as she does." "I'll get her!" cried Laura, and promptly put her words into action. She appeared the next minute, dragging a very much astonished housekeeper after her, and proudly presented her prize to her mother.
"Yes, it is, rather," said Chet, adding seriously: "I wonder if there could really be any connection between the two." "There's no use wondering, that I can see," said Mrs. Gilligan, preparing to send them off to their respective bedrooms. "I think the best thing we can do is not to notice them any more.
Gilligan, and they turned to see her great bulk looming in the doorway. In her hand she held the rat trap with the dangling rat. "Gee, where did you get it?" cried Chet, jumping to his feet from where he had been kneeling with Billie, examining the shabby trunk. Mrs. Gilligan paused a moment and a gleam of humor shot into her eyes. "You've been askin' to see ghosts, Mr.
But for his skill and courage I should not be here to-day. He " There was a stir in front. Gilligan had thrown away his knife and gun and was rushing unarmed through the crowd, tears streaming down his face. "For God's sake, Houston," he cried, "don't say another word and forgive me my cowardly intention." From that time to his death Tom Gilligan was Houston's devoted friend.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking