The Phantom Yacht
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Norton Carol. The Phantom Yacht
CHAPTER I. FRIENDS PARTED
CHAPTER II. BANISHING GHOSTS
CHAPTER III. A LOST MOTHER
CHAPTER IV. SEAWARD BOUND
CHAPTER V. A NEW EXPERIENCE
CHAPTER VI. A LIGHT IN THE DARK
CHAPTER VII. THE PHANTOM YACHT
CHAPTER VIII. WHAT HAPPENED
CHAPTER IX. A MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE
CHAPTER X. SOUNDS IN THE LOFT
CHAPTER XI. A QUERULOUS OLD AUNT
CHAPTER XII. A BLEACHED SKELETON
CHAPTER XIII. BELLING THE GHOST
CHAPTER XIV. A PUNT RIDE
CHAPTER XV. A GLOOMY SWAMP
CHAPTER XVI. OUT IN THE DARK
CHAPTER XVII. MORE MYSTERIES
CHAPTER XVIII. AN AIRPLANE SIGHTED
CHAPTER XIX. TWO BOYS INVESTIGATE
CHAPTER XX. ONE MYSTERY SOLVED
CHAPTER XXI. A CHANNEL IN THE SWAMP
CHAPTER XXII. THE OLD RUIN AT MIDNIGHT
CHAPTER XXIII. LETTERS OF IMPORTANCE
CHAPTER XXIV. A SURPRISING REVELATION
CHAPTER XXV. PUZZLED AGAIN
CHAPTER XXVI. A CLUE TO THE OLD RUIN MYSTERY
CHAPTER XXVII. RANSACKING THE OLD RUIN
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE BEST SURPRISE OF ALL
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There was a cheerful bustle in the kitchen when Dories opened the side door. Her mother was preparing the noon meal with her customary wordless song, although now and then a merry message to the frail boy, who so often sat in a low chair near the stove, was sung to the melody. Just then the newcomer heard the lilted announcement: “Footsteps I hear, and now will appear my very dear little daughter.”
Dories was repentant. “Oh, Mother, if I haven’t stayed out too late again, and you’ve had to stop your sewing to get lunch.”
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“But it doesn’t matter what kind of paper they’re printed on, Dori,” her mother put in, more seriously, “nothing could make a ghost story true. The only ghosts that haunt us, really, are the memories of loving words left unsaid and loving deeds that were not done, and sometimes,” she concluded sadly, “it is too late to ever banish those ghosts.” Then, not wishing to depress her already heart-broken daughter, she said in a lighter tone, “After all, why worry about your visit to Siquaw Point, when, as yet, you haven’t heard that your Great-Aunt Jane has really decided to go. I expected a letter every day last week, but none came, so she may have given up the plan for this year.” Then, after glancing up at the clock, she added, “Three, and almost time for the postman. I believe I hear his whistle now.”
At that moment Peter bounded in, his face rosy from his nap. “Postman’s coming,” he sang out. “Come on, Dori, I’ll beat you to the gate.”
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