"
"Will you please state, young lady," said Ned, imitating a lawyer
questioning a witness, "just what you saw? Confine yourself to the
question."
"I saw a light--l-i-g-h-t. And I saw it all over the place at the same
time."
"A flame, like a fire?" asked Nat "Perhaps the place is all up in smoke by
this time."
"No, no," said Tavia. "It was about as big as a candle and as rapid as
a--a--"
"Searchlight," suggested Joe.
"See here, children," exclaimed Mrs. White, leaving her place on the
cushioned leather couch and going toward the library, "if you do not stop
telling ghost stories you will have the most dreadful dreams."
"Oh, I'm not afraid, Aunt Winnie," said Roger, taking the caution, as
intended, entirely for his benefit.
"But you might walk downstairs," insisted his aunt, "and you know how
dreadfully frightened you were the night after the party, when you did
walk down in your sleep."
"Oh, that wasn't ghosts, auntie, dear. You said, don't you remember, that
was cake with frosting on it."
"Do you prefer ghost-walks?" asked Nat. "I do believe most fellows like
'the ghost to walk.' That's what they call pay-day, you know."
"Well, that will be about all," said Tavia as a finish to the recital of
her queer ride. "There is really nothing more to tell."
"Oh, pshaw!" exclaimed Roger, "you didn't tell us--about the light.
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