"
Evadna turned thoughtful. "And didn't he tell you what he--that
is, if he found out--you said he went after it--"
"He wouldn't say a blamed thing about it," Gene complained
sincerely. "He said there wasn't anything--he told us it was a
screech-owl."
"Oh!" Evadna gave a sigh of relief. "Well, I'm going to ask
Clark what it was--I'm just crazy about ghost stories, only I
never would DARE leave the house after dark if there are funny
noises and things, really. I think you boys must be the bravest
fellows, to sleep out there--without even your mother with you!"
She smiled the credulous smile of ignorant innocence and pulled
the gate open.
"Jack promised to take me up to Hartley to-day," she explained
over her shoulder. "When I come back, you'll show me just where
it was, won't you, Gene? You don't suppose it would walk in the
grove in the daytime, do you? Because I'm awfully fond of the
grove, and I do hope it will be polite enough to confine its
perambulations entirely to the conventional midnight hour.
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