For a long time they had not got up courage enough to visit the place
at night, but at last they became curious enough to brave even that.
"We have simply got to find out something," Mollie whispered to Betty
as on this particular night they stood on the porch and waited for
Mrs. Irving to join them. "We can't go on this way any longer, Betty.
Why, I am getting so nervous I jump if you look at me."
"I know," said Betty soberly. "It really is getting on our nerves too
much. Amy and Grace are feeling it even worse than we are."
"Yes," agreed Mollie grumpily. "Last night was the third night in
succession that Amy got us all out of bed to listen to some fool noise
outside. I'm just about sick of it."
The other three came then and they had no further chance for
conversation. As a matter of fact, they talked surprisingly little on
the walk to the river.
High above them a wonderful full moon sent its silvery light filtering
down through leaves and branches, making of the woods a fairyland.
Somehow, the very beauty of it filled the girls with a strange dread.
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