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puzzled. Then he reached for three apples and lined them up on the table in front of him. “That’s easy,” he said. He put two apples into Trixie’s hands. “Take two apples from three apples, and what do you have?”
    Trixie looked at the apple on the table. She sighed. “One apple.”
    Brian laughed. “Think again, Trix. How many do you have?”
    A slow grin spread across Trixie’s face. “I have two apples. No, Mart has two apples. He’s earned them.” She placed them into her almost-twin’s hands.
    Mart frowned. “I have no conception of what that was all about. The question remains, bird-brain, did you finish your homework?”
    Trixie laughed, her worries about her new friend temporarily forgotten. “I have now,” she answered, her blue eyes twinkling.
    A few moments later, she was on her way. to find her mother, when she overheard Mart say, “Bathing suits? Did Trixie say they packed bathing suits? In November? What on earth could they have been thinking of?”
    “Probably witches and curses and ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night,” Brian misquoted softly. “You know, Mart, I don’t like the sound of any of this. No, I don’t like the sound of it at all.”
    At once, all of Trixie’s fears came rushing back. So sensible Brian, too, was worried about the strange happenings at Lisgard House.
    “And I don’t like the sound of it, either,” Trixie muttered softly to herself, suddenly sure there was worse to come.

Is Fay Possessed? ● 8

    TRIXIE FELT GUILTY when at last she found her mother. Helen Belden was in the guest room, making sure that everything would be comfortable for Trixie’s new friend.
    “I thought she’d be more at ease if I put her in here,” Mrs. Belden explained as she caught sight of Trixie in the doorway.
    Trixie felt her cheeks grow hot. “I meant to tidy up in here, Moms,” she said. “I guess I forgot about it. I can do it now, though, if you’d like.” Mrs. Belden smiled at her daughter. “You’re too late, dear. It’s just about all done. But really, Trixie, I can’t think why you didn’t let Fay use this room last night. It must have been very uncomfortable with three of you trying to fit into two beds.”
    “We managed,” Trixie answered, remembering how she and Honey had let Fay have one bed to herself, while they shared the other.
    She hesitated. “Moms, what do you know about Mrs. Franklin—Fay’s mother?”
    Mrs. Belden brushed a strand of fair hair away from her pretty face. “Well, I’ve met her a couple of times in Lytell’s store,” she answered. “I thought she was a very pleasant person. I invited her here for coffee on a couple of occasions, but each time, something came up and she couldn’t come. I do think she’s had a difficult time of it, though. It can’t be easy trying to raise a child on one’s own these days.”
    “And Fay?” Trixie asked, thinking of her brothers’ suspicions. “What do you know about Fay?”
    Mrs. Belden looked startled. “Why, you’d know more about her than I would, Trixie. She seems like a nice youngster—a little too pale, perhaps, and certainly too thin.” She glanced at Trixie’s sturdy figure with satisfaction. “And, of course, I can tell Fay’s worried about something. Is—is it anything I can help with, dear?”
    Trixie felt a sudden rush of affection and gave her mother a fervent hug. “Thank you, Moms,” she said. “I guess we all know we can count on you for just about everything. But I don’t think you can help Fay—not just yet, anyway.”
    Mrs. Belden turned away and straightened the bright quilt on the neat maple bed. “There,” she said. “Now, everything’s ready for your guest. And, Trixie, I’ve told her she can stay for as long as she needs to.” She sighed. “I keep on thinking how lucky I am....”
    Trixie gave her a final hug and turned toward the door. “We’re very lucky, too, Moms,” she answered. “Now, about those chores you