“No, I don’t s’pose I would,” confessed Dot. Then she sighed, and added: “It’s _awful_ commonplace, just the same, bein’ a girl, isn’t it?” “I agree with you, Dot-ums,” cried Agnes, who heard her. “Nothing ever happens to us.” Almost on the heels of that statement, however, something happened to them that satisfied even Agnes’ longing for romance, for some time thereafter. It was on Saturday that Tommy Rooney went home to his anxious mother. The weather had been of a threatening character for several days. That night the wind shrieked and moaned again around the old Corner House and the rain beat with impotent hands against the panes. A rainy Sunday is not often a cheerful day. Ruth Kenway always tried to interest her sisters on such occasions in books and papers; or they had quiet talks about “when mother was with us,” or those more ancient times “before father went away.” If they could possibly get to Sabbath School on such stormy days, they did so. This particular mid-August Sunday was no exception. The rain ceased for a while about noon and the four set forth, under two umbrellas, and reached the church in season. They were glad they had come, so few scholars were there, and they helped swell the attendance. Coming home, it rained a little, and their umbrellas were welcome. Tess and Dot were under the smaller umbrella and the older girls had the larger one. Coming across the parade ground, the path they followed approached the old Corner House from the side. “Oh, see there!” cried Tess, suddenly. “Somebody’s waving to us from the window.” “What window?” demanded Agnes, with sudden nervousness, trying to tip up the big umbrella, so that she could see, too. “Why!” cried Tess. “It’s in the garret.” “Oh, I see it!” agreed Dot. “Oh! mercy me!” groaned Agnes. “Stop that!” gasped Ruth, shaking her by the arm. “You want to scare those children?” “It’s—it’s the ghost,” whispered Agnes, too afraid to look again. Tess and Dot were merely curious. Ruth had seen the waving figure. Immediately it seemed to leap upward and disappear. “Do you suppose it was Lillie?” asked Tess. “We’ll find out when we go in,” said Ruth, in a shaken voice. Agnes was almost in tears. She clung to Ruth’s arm and moaned in a faint voice: “I don’t want to go in! I never want to go into that horrid old house again.” “What nonsense you do talk, Ag,” said Ruth, as the little girls ran ahead. “We have been all over that garret. We know there is really nothing there——” “That’s just it,” groaned Agnes. “It _must_ be a ghost.” Ruth, unhappy as she felt, determined to discover the meaning of that spectral figure. “Let’s go right up there and find out about it,” she said. “Oh, Ruth!” “I mean it. Come on,” said the older sister, as they entered the big hall. Tess and Dot heard her, and clamored to go, too, but Ruth sent the smaller girls back. At the head of the front stairs, they met Mrs. Treble.