"So was I," admitted Mollie. "I really thought it was—the ghost."
Grace let out a startled cry.
"Stop it!" commanded the Little Captain.
"Well, I wish she wouldn't—blurt it out that way," Grace complained.
"Let's finish the meal," suggested Mollie. "There is some left, and there's no telling when the owner—or owners—may come along. If we've eaten it all up they can't do any more than make us pay for it, which we are perfectly willing to do. But if there's some food still left they might stop us from eating it. So let's begin again, girls."
"I've had all I want," faltered Grace.
"She's sorry because there are no chocolates," laughed Betty.
"No, I'm just too nervous to eat any more," said the tall, willowy one. "Oh, wasn't it awful? Those groans—the clanking of chains"
"How do you know they were chains?" challenged Betty.
"Well, they sounded like them, anyhow."
"That's what we thought on Elm Island, and you know how that turned out."
"Oh, well, yes; but this is different," protested Grace. "These hollow groans—there they go again!" and she clutched Amy's arm so
