 Who is Honey?
“I know now that keeping that promise not to talk about the dam was a great big mistake and could have cost lives. 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. Her thoughts were what had made it so hard, she confessed now as she reviewed everything that had happened. And every summer Judy went to stay with her grandmother Smeed, who scolded and fussed and tried to pretend she wasn’t glad to have her. 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 . She had no idea so many thrilling adventures awaited her. 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. It was in the center of a deep, circular pool with steps leading up to it. I wasn’t thinking of anybody but me, Judy Bolton, and what I wanted.
 Judy's sister-in-law
 Judy's sister-in-law  Judy's younger sister  their mutual friend  Judy's grandmother