"That's not nice," said Carol.
"Don't scare the girls, Barrows. Carol will sleep under the bed
to-night."
"I am with the girls myself," said Gooding. "There isn't any sense
getting yourself all worked up talking about spirits and ghosts and
things that never happened in the world."
"Oh, they didn't, didn't they? Just the same, when you reach out for a
cough-drop and get hold of a bunch of clinging fingers that aren't
yours, and are not connected with anybody that belongs there,--well, I
for one don't take any chances with ghosts."
A sudden brisk tap on the door drew a startled movement from the men
and a frightened cry from the girls. The door opened and the head
nurse stood before them.
"Ten-fifteen," she said curtly. "Please go to your cottages at once.
Mr. Duke, why don't you send your company home at ten o'clock?"
"Bad manners. Ministers need hospitality more than religion nowadays,
they tell us."
"Oh, Miss David," cried Miss Tucker, "won't you go out to my tent with
me? I feel so nervous to-night."
"What is the matter?" asked the nurse suspiciously, looking from one to
another of the flushed faces and noting the restless hands and the
fearful eyes.
"Nothing, nothing at all, but my head aches and I feel lonesome.
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