"
"About last night," Betty prompted, still at a loss.
"You haven't forgotten, have you?" she asked, incredulously. "That--
thing-- on the porch."
"Oh!" they said, and a shadow fell over their bright faces.
"Why, yes," said Betty, slowly, adding as though she could not quite
explain the phenomenon herself: "I suppose we did forget all about
it."
"Or if we didn't, we should have," said Mollie, ungrammatically but
decidedly. "Come on, girls, we aren't going to let any silly old thing
like that frighten us out of a good time."
"It seems," said Grace thoughtfully, while Amy still held back,
"almost as if we had dreamed the whole thing. The memory of it is so
vague-- and indistinct."
"Well, it isn't vague to me-- or indistinct either," said Amy, feeling
rather abused because the girls did not seem to share her feelings. "I
hardly slept all night long just thinking about it."
"Oh, Amy Blackford!" said Grace accusingly, while Mollie and Betty
turned twinkling eyes upon her. "If that isn't the biggest one I ever
heard. Why, I woke up once or twice in the night and each time I found
you almost snoring.
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