The Corner House Girls Part 7

"I should think you would s.h.i.+ver, you poor dear," said Eva, clutching at Aggie's arm. "You oughtn't to be allowed to go there to live. My mother says so herself. She said she thought Mr. Howbridge ought to be ashamed of himself--"

"But what _for_?" cried the startled Agnes. "What's the matter with the house?"

"Why, it's haunted!" declared Eva, solemnly. "Didn't you ever hear about the Corner House Ghost?"

"Oh, Eva!" murmured Agnes. "You are fooling me."

"No, Ma'am! I'm not."

"A-a ghost?"

"Yes. Everybody knows about it. It's been there for years."

"But-but we haven't seen it."

"You wouldn't likely see it-yet. Unless it was the other night when the wind blew so hard. It comes only in a storm."

"What! the ghost?"

"Yes. In a big storm it is always seen looking out of the windows."

"Goodness!" whispered Agnes. "What windows?"

"In the garret. I believe that's where it is always seen. And, of course, it is seen from outside. When there is a big wind blowing, people coming across the parade here, or walking on this side of Willow Street, have looked up there and seen the ghost fluttering and beckoning at the windows--"

"How horrid!" gasped Agnes. "Oh, Eva! are you _sure_?"

"I never saw it," confessed the other. "But I know all about it. So does my mother. She says it's true."

"Mercy! And in the daytime?"

"Sometimes at night. Of course, I suppose it can be seen at night because it is phosph.o.r.escent. All ghosts are, aren't they?"

"I-I never saw one," quavered Agnes. "And I don't want to."

"Well, that's all about it," said Eva, with confidence. "And I wouldn't live in the house with a ghost for anything!"

"But we've _got_ to," wailed Agnes. "We haven't any other place to live."

"It's dreadful," sympathized the other girl. "I'll ask my mother. If you are dreadfully frightened about it, I'll see if you can't come and stay with us."

This was very kind of Eva, Agnes thought. The story of the Corner House Ghost troubled the twelve-year-old very much. She dared not say anything before Tess and Dot about it, but she told the whole story to Ruth that night, after they were in bed and supposed the little girls to be asleep.

"Why, Aggie," said Ruth, calmly, "I don't think there _are_ any ghosts. It's just foolish talk of foolish people."

"Eva says her mother _knows_ it's true. People have seen it."

"Up in our garret?"

"Ugh! In the garret of this old house-yes," groaned Agnes. "Don't call it _our_ house. I guess I don't like it much, after all."

"Why, Aggie! How ungrateful."

"I don't care. For all of me, Uncle Peter could have kept his old house, if he was going to leave a ghost in the garret."

"Hus.h.!.+ the children will hear you," whispered Ruth.

CHAPTER VI

UNCLE RUFUS

That whispered conversation between Ruth and Agnes after they were abed that first Sunday night of the Kenways' occupancy of the Old Corner House, bore unexpected fruit. Dot's ears were sharp, and she had not been asleep.

From the room she and Tess occupied, opening out of the chamber in which the bigger girls slept, Dot heard enough of the whispered talk to get a fixed idea in her head. And when Dot _did_ get an idea, it was hard to "shake it loose," as Agnes declared.

Mrs. McCall kept one eye on Tess and Dot as they played about the overgrown garden, for she could see this easily from the kitchen windows. Mrs. McCall had already made herself indispensable to the family; even Aunt Sarah recognized her worth.

Ruth and Agnes were dusting and making the beds on this Monday morning, while Tess and Dot were setting their playhouse to rights.

"I just heard her say so, so now, Tessie Kenway," Dot was saying. "And I know if it's up there, it's never had a thing to eat since we came here to live."

"I don't see how that could be," said Tess, wonderingly.

"It's just _so_," repeated the positive Dot.

"But why doesn't it make a noise?"

"We-ell," said the smaller girl, puzzled, too, "maybe we don't hear it 'cause it's too far up-there at the top of the house."

"I know," said Tess, thoughtfully. "They eat tin cans, and rubber boots, and any old thing. But I always thought that was because they couldn't find any other food. Like those castaway sailors Ruth read to us about, who chewed their sealskin boots. Maybe such things stop the gnawing feeling you have in your stomach when you're hungry."

"I am going to pull some gra.s.s and take it up there," announced the stubborn Dot. "I am sure it would be glad of some gra.s.s."

"Maybe Ruth wouldn't like us to," objected Tess.

"But it isn't Ruthie's!" cried Dot. "It must have belonged to Uncle Peter."

"Why! that's so," agreed Tess.

For once she was over-urged by Dot. Both girls pulled great sheafs of gra.s.s. They held it before them in the skirts of their pinafores, and started up the back stairs.

Mrs. McCall chanced to be in the pantry and did not see them. They would have reached the garret without Ruth or Agnes being the wiser had not Dot, laboring upward, dropped a wisp of gra.s.s in the second hall.

"What's all this?" demanded Agnes, coming upon the scattered gra.s.s.