"What's the white lady got to do with the carriage?" asked Alison. "Was she sitting inside?" "I'm coming to that presently. Mr. Morrison had a son called Meredith, who did all kinds of wicked things. When his father died this son was worse than ever, and spent both his mother's money and his own on gambling. He used to ride away on his horse at night and not come back till very, very late, and his mother used to go and stand in Poplar Lane to watch for him. She told him that when she died her spirit would stand there still. But he didn't care in the least what she said. On the night after her funeral he rode off on his horse just as usual, and when he came back, there was her ghost all in white, waiting by the gate for him. He gave a fearful cry, and fell from his horse--dead!" "O-o-o-h!" came from Mamie and Alison. "Rubbish!" grunted Nesta from the other end of the table. Nita felt she had scored a success. She could seldom get the girls to pay any attention to her, but they were certainly listening now. The four smaller ones, who were supposed not to overhear, had, of course, had their ears wide open as little pitchers always will. Doreen had turned quite white, Prue was clutching Elsbeth's hand, and Jessie, after a surreptitious glance at Nesta, had crept nearer and asked under her breath who had told Bella. "I don't know," answered Nita, "but somebody who knew all about it. The house was to let for a long time before Miss Pollard took it. Bella says she'd never have come here if she'd known there was a ghost. She means to give notice and get another place as soon as she can." "Does it ever come indoors?" gasped Elsbeth. "I don't think so," replied Nita, keenly enjoying herself, "but, of course, you never can tell. When a place is haunted it's haunted, and you must be ready for anything." "I shan't dare to go to bed," wailed Elsbeth. "No more shall I," moaned Jessie. "I don't believe I shall even dare to practise in a room by myself. Suppose I saw it standing by the piano? What _should_ I do?" "Ask it to sit down and play you a tune," said Nesta, shutting her paint-box. "Nita, how can you frighten them in this silly way with your precious ghost tales? You oughtn't to talk to the servants if Bella only tells you such whoppers. Doreen's eyes are nearly dropping out of her head. By the by, what's become of Winnie and Joyce?" "I haven't seen them. I thought they were practising. Do they know?" asked Mamie. "Not yet," replied Nita mysteriously, "but, of course, we shall have to tell them. Oh, here they are now!" "What's the matter?" cried the pair in question, seating themselves at the table. "The ghost has been seen in Poplar Lane!" exploded Jessie, before Nita had time to get the words out herself. A look of intelligence passed between Winnie and Joyce. "Hold me up! When?" "Where?" "To-night. Just by the gate. Bella saw it herself." "If Bella saw it herself it must have been there!" burbled Winnie.