There!"

Another lightning flash blinded the girls and the thunder following fairly deafened them for the moment. But Jessie did not leave her post in the doorway. Something at the edge of the clearing--some rods away, at the verge of the thick wood--had impressed itself on Jessie's sight just as the lightning flashed.

"Come away! Come away, Jess Norwood!" shrieked Amy.

"Come here," commanded Jessie. "Look. Don't be foolish. See that thing moving down there by the woods? Is it a human being or an animal?"

"Oh, Jessie! Maybe it is a ghost," murmured Amy.

But her curiosity overcame her fears sufficiently for her to join Jessie at the doorway. Through the falling rain the chums were sure that something was moving down by the woods.

"It's a dog," said Amy, after a moment.

"It's a child," declared Jessie, with conviction. "I saw its face then."

"Perhaps it is the Carter ghost," breathed Amy. "I never heard whether this haunt was a juvenile or an adult offender."

"I guess you are not much afraid after all," said her chum. "Yes, it is a child. And it is getting most awfully wet."

"Wait! Wait!" the girl from Roselawn cried. "Don't run away from me."

Whether the child heard and understood her or not, it gave evidence of being greatly frightened. She covered her face with her hands and sank down on the wet sod, while the rain beat upon her unmercifully. There was no shelter here, and Jessie Norwood herself was getting thoroughly wet.

In a calm moment that followed the child piped, without taking down her hands.

"Are--are you the ha'nt?"

"What a question!" gasped Jessie, and seized the crouching figure by the shoulder. "Do I feel like a ghost? Why, it's Henrietta!"

The clawlike hands dropped from the freckled face. The little girl stared.

"Goodness! I seen you before. You are the nice girl. You ain't a ghost."

"But you are sopping wet. Come up to the house at once, child."

"Ain't--ain't there ghosts there?"

"If there are they won't hurt us," said Jessie encouragingly. "Come on, child. I am getting wet myself."

But little Henrietta hung back stubbornly. "Mrs. Foley says ha'nts carry off kids. Like my Bertha was carried off."

"We have some nice lunch," said Jessie, quickly. "You'll forget all about the silly ghosts when you are helping us eat that."

This invitation and prospect overcame the fear of ghosts in Henrietta's mind. She began to trot willingly by Jessie's side. But already the rain had saturated the girl from Roselawn as well as the child from Dogtown.

"Two more bedrabbled persons I never saw!" exclaimed Amy, when they arrived upon the porch. "Do come in. There is wood here and we can make a fire on the hearth. You can take off that skirt, Jess, and get it dry. And this poor little thing--well, she looks as though she ought to be peeled to the skin if we are ever to get _her_ dry."

She hustled Henrietta into the house, but kindly. She even knelt down beside her and began to unfasten the child's dress after lighting the fire that she had herself suggested. "Spooks" were evidently wiped from Amy's memory; but she flinched every time it lightened, as it did occasionally for some time.

"Say!" said the wondering Henrietta hoa.r.s.ely. "I'm just as dirty as I was the other day. You don't haf to touch me."

"Oh, dear me!" cried Amy. "This child is never going to forgive me for that. Won't you like me a little, Henrietta?"

"Not as much as that other one," said the freckle-faced girl frankly.

Jessie, who was taking off her own outer garments to hang before the now roaring fire, only laughed at that.

"Tell us," she said, "why you think your cousin was carried off?"

"That lady she lived with was awful mad when she came to Foleys looking for Bertha. She said she'd put Bertha where she wouldn't run away again for one while. That's what she said."

"Oh, my dear!" exclaimed Amy suddenly. "Do you suppose--Child! did the woman come to your house----"

"Foley's house. I ain't got a house," declared Henrietta.

"Well, to Mrs. Foley's house in a big maroon automobile?" finished Amy.

"No'm. Didn't come in a car at all. She came on foot, she did. She said Bertha was a silly to run away when nothing was going to hurt her. But she looked mad enough to hurt her," concluded the observant Henrietta.

"Oh!" exclaimed Amy again. "Was she dark and thin and--and waspish looking?"

"Who was?" asked the child, staring.

"The woman who asked for Bertha," explained Jessie, quite as eagerly as her chum.

"She wasn't no wasp," drawled Henrietta, with indescribable scorn.

"She was big around, like a barrel. She was fat, and red, and ugly. I don't like that woman. And I guess Bertha had a right to run away from her."

Jessie and Amy looked at each other and nodded. They had both decided that the girl, Bertha, was the one they had seen carried off in the big French car.

"And you don't know what Bertha was afraid of?" asked Jessie.

"I dunno. She just wrote me--I can read writing--that she was coming to see me at Foley's. And she never come."

"Of course you did not hear anything about her when you searched up and down the boulevard the other day?" Amy asked.

"There wouldn't many of 'em answer questions," said the child gloomily. "Some of 'em shooed me out of their yards before I could ask."

Amy had undressed the child now down to one scant undergarment. She looked from her bony little body to Jessie, and Amy's eyes actually filled with tears.

"Aren't you hungry, honey?" she asked the waif.

"Ain't I hungry?" scoffed Henrietta. "Ain't I always hungry? Mrs.

Foley says I'm empty as a drum. She can't fill me up. That's how I came over here to-day."

"Because she didn't give you enough to eat?" demanded Amy, in rising wrath.

"Aw, she'd give it me if she had it. But the kids got to be fed first, ain't they? And when you've got six of 'em and a man that drinks----"