 Of the three, who seems to keep holding secrets in more than the others?
An Unsolved Mystery “Tell Judy about it,” begged Lois. We’re both Farringdon-Petts and should be loyal to each other. I met you when the whole valley below the big Roulsville dam was threatened by flood and you solved that—” “That,” declared Judy, “was my brother Horace, not me. “I know now that keeping that promise not to talk about the dam was a great big mistake and could have cost lives. Maybe you were mistaken about a thing or two before the flood, but what about the haunted house you moved into? You were the one who tracked down the ghosts in the attic and the cellar and goodness knows where all. There was one I used to call the spirit of the fountain, but what she was or how she spoke to me is more than I know. They left me a lot of unsolved mysteries along with this house. It all began, she finally told them, the summer before they met. He had turned in some interesting church news, convincing Mr. Lee that he had in him the makings of a good reporter. And so it was that he spent the summer Judy was remembering in Farringdon where the Farringdon-Petts had their turreted mansion, while she had to suffer the heat and loneliness of Dry Brook Hollow. Her thoughts were what had made it so hard, she confessed now as she reviewed everything that had happened. If you ask for them she’ll let you have the whole stack. Every summer Dr. Bolton and his wife relived it. In another year she would have outgrown her childish resentment of her parents’ vacation or be grown up enough to ask them to let her have a vacation of her own. In another year she would be summering among the beautiful Thousand Islands and solving a mystery to be known as the Ghost Parade . The thrill of walking up to the door of the palatial Farringdon-Pett mansion was still ahead of her. On the lawn a fountain still caught and held rainbows like those she was to see on her honeymoon at Niagara Falls. If anyone had told the freckled-faced, pigtailed girl that she would one day marry Peter Dobbs, she would have laughed in their faces. The kitten was now a dignified family cat. She had nothing, she confessed, not even a friend. She and Lorraine had listened to this much of what Judy was telling them without interruption. It was in the center of a deep, circular pool with steps leading up to it.
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 Lois  All three equally  Judy  Lorraine