The face
was small and as white as the garb of the strange weird creature. It did,
indeed, look as though it might be the fabled banshee from the moors of
County Mooreland.
"Woo-oo-oo," wailed the apparition.
"Come back, girls!" cried Mrs. Livingston. "Come back, I tell you!" The
Chief Guardian had herself been startled at first. Standing their ground
were half a dozen other girls, among them was Hazel Holland. Patricia
Scott and Cora Kidder had long since retired to a safe distance from the
apparition.
The words of the Guardian somehow seemed to reassure the trembling Tommy.
Then, too, she saw that Harriet did not run. Harriet had thrown herself
upon the ground and was sitting with her head in hands, her shoulders
shaking. What Tommy did not know was that Harriet was not shaking with
fear, but with laughter.
The apparition was slowly approaching the little group of girls, with arms
waving and the weird "woo-oo-oo" becoming louder and louder. Two of the
half dozen who had stood their ground now turned and fled precipitately.
Tommy Thompson still stood her ground, with trembling limbs. All at once
her eyes narrowed. A crafty expression took the place of the look of fear
on her small face. Then to the amazement of the girls who still remained,
Tommy crept cautiously around until she got to the rear of the approaching
figure.
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