to make up a poem about the ghost. That would scare it off, if anything could."
"That's the way to talk!" cried Betty, cheerfully. "And now for a good night's rest Bur--r--r--r! It is cold!" and she shivered.
"I'm going to get some more blankets from the boat," declared Mollie. "I know we'll be glad of them before morning. Come along with me, Grace," she added, after a moment's pause, as she took up one of the lanterns. "You can help carry them."
"And scare away the" began Amy.
"Indeed, I wasn't thinking a thing about it!" insisted Mollie, with emphasis. "And I'll thank you to"
She began in that impetuous style, that usually presaged a burst of temper, and Betty looked distressed. But Mollie corrected her fault almost before she had committed it.
"Excuse me, Amy," she said, contritely. "I know what you mean. Will you come, Grace?"
"Of course. I'll be glad of some extra coverings myself."
The two girls were back in remarkably short time.
"You didn't stay long," commented Betty, drily.
"It's only a step to the dock," answered Mol-
