Norma, uninterested in clothes, edged over toward the men. Though a friend of the Landons and acquainted with Professor Hardwick, she had never met Braye or Tracy before. Both succumbed to her sure-fire smile, but Tracy showed it and Braye didn't. "Sit here, Miss Cameron," and Tracy eagerly made a place for her at his side; "we need a lady assistant. How much do you think it ought to cost to provision nine people and two or three natives for a month?" "It isn't a question of what it _ought_ to cost," returned Norma, "but what it _will_ cost. But in any case it will be less than most of us would spend if we went to the average summer hotel. So why not just put down some round numbers, divide 'em by nine and let it go at that?" "Fine!" approved Landon. "No food dictator could beat that scheme! I wonder if ghost-hunters are as hungry as other hunters, or if we'll be so scared we'll lose our appetites." "I have a profound belief in ghosts," Norma asserted, "but I shall only indulge in it between meals. Count me in for all the good things going, three times a day." "What do you mean by profound?" asked the Professor; "deep-seated or widely informed?" "Both," answered Norma, flashing her pretty smile at the serious old man. "Profundity of all kinds is my happy hunting-ground, and on this trip I expect to get all the profundity I want." "And I'm the girl to put the fun in profundity," cried Vernie, coming over to them. "My mission is to keep you serious people joyed up. Mr. Tracy, your profession won't interfere with your having a jolly time, will it? No, I see it won't, by that twinkly little smile." "You may count on me," said the clergyman a bit stiffly, but with a cordial glance at the girl. "And I can wind Professor Hardwick round my finger," Vernie went on, "for a companion on a gay lark, I don't know any one better than a dry-as-dust old college professor!" The object of this encomium received it with a benignant smile, but Gifford Bruce reproved his saucy niece. "I'll leave you at home, miss, if you talk impertinences," he declared. "Not much you won't, my bestest, belovedest Uncle! Why, I'm the leading lady of this troupe. And I expect the spectre will appear to me first of all. That's my motto: 'Spect the Spectre! How's that? Then the rest of you can inspect the spectre!" "Vernie! don't be so excruciatingly funny," begged Braye, while Milly Landon giggled at the pretty child, whose charm and sweetness took all rudeness from her foolery. "Perhaps we ought to call in an inspector to inspect the spectre," contributed Landon. "There, there, Wynne," said Braye, "we'll take such stuff from an ignorant little girl but not from a grown-up man." "Ignorant, huh!" scorned Vernie. "I'll bet _you_ couldn't have passed my examination in psychology!" "Perhaps not," admitted Braye, "but after this trip of ours, we'll all be honour men."