They told her and ran off to make another call. The grown people in Westmore were very patient with the children that evening. They opened their doors when the bells rang and spoke pleasantly to the little ghosts. Some of them pretended to be afraid and most of them admired the sweet smile of Dora’s lantern. One gentleman gave them each a chocolate cream. “Being a spook must be hungry work,” he said. Lucy and Dora told him that it was. Only a few houses kept their porch lights burning and wouldn’t give the children the fun of having the door opened for them. Lucy and Dora went to call at Miss Page’s home on the hill. Miss Page seemed to be expecting visitors, for she came to the door herself, screamed loudly and then guessed that the ghosts were Alice and Grace. The ghosts giggled and shook their heads. “Iris and Mary,” suggested Miss Page, and she did not guess Lucy and Dora until she had named all the girls in her Sunday-school class. When the ghosts took little leaps she knew she had guessed correctly. She gave them each a wee cake with pink icing and told them not to fall down the front steps and to be careful of their lanterns. Next to Miss Page’s home stood Mr. Harper’s big house. “Let us go in here,” said Lucy when they had untied the tapes on each other’s masks, eaten the little cakes, and then tied the tapes again. “Alice will be out with the others,” said Dora. “I know it, but there are some people at home. I can see her father sitting by the fire in the room where the curtain is up.” Very softly the children crept on the porch and found the electric bell. In a minute they heard steps in the hall and the porch light came on. They did not run but stood in silence, holding their grinning lanterns. Mr. Harper opened the door and when he saw them he looked for a second and then threw his arms up into the air. “Help, Mamma!” he shouted. “Ghosts, Mamma! Come and save me!” Lucy and Dora couldn’t help giggling. They had not expected him to act like that. They didn’t think Mrs. Harper would come, but she did. “Goodness!” she said. “What shall we do, James? Ghosts! and not an inch of mosquito netting in the house!” This was too much for Dora. She was so interested that she forgot she was a spook. “Don’t ghosts like mosquito netting?” she asked. “No, indeed!” said Mr. Harper. “It gives them hay fever. Harriet,” he said to his wife, “how _could_ you let the mosquito netting run out?” Lucy began to think Mr. Harper was crazy, but Dora knew he wasn’t. Uncle Dan talked in just that way. She laughed and so did Mrs. Harper. “Come in, won’t you?” asked Mr. Harper, opening the door wider. “No, thank you,” said Lucy. “We have a great many other calls to make. But is Alice at home?” “She is out being a goblin,” said Mrs. Harper. “I think you will find her on School Street. Could you each eat a caramel?” The ghosts needed no second invitation. They thanked Mrs. Harper. “Do you know us?” Dora asked as they were going.