half past nine before
`` Shure an ' you 'll foind a-plenty of 'em in the old country , Miss. '' `` Well , maybe this is an imported ghost , '' laughed Molly . Nevertheless , not a girl in college but felt slightly uneasy about being out after dark alone , and most trans-campus visitors were careful to come home early . One night Molly and Nance had been down to the village to supper with Judith Blount and Madeleine Petit . They had had a gay time and a jolly supper and it was quite half past nine before they hurried up the hilly road to Wellington . The two girls had locked arms and were walking briskly along talking in low voices . It was a wonderful night . There was no moon , but the stars were brilliant and Molly was inclined to be poetical .