 What was Lorraine the least secretive about?
An Unsolved Mystery “Tell Judy about it,” begged Lois. “You’re right, Lorraine,” announced Judy, coming in to serve dessert to the two friends she had invited for lunch at Peter’s suggestion. “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. She wasn’t in the mood for digging up old mysteries, but Lois and Lorraine insisted. It all began, she finally told them, the summer before they met. Her thoughts were what had made it so hard, she confessed now as she reviewed everything that had happened. She had seen her father’s tired eyes and had realized that a busy doctor needed a vacation much more than a schoolgirl who had too little to do. Every summer Dr. Bolton and his wife relived it. 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. She had nothing, she confessed, not even a friend. It had helped to pretend the fountain in the picture was filled with all the tears lonely girls like herself had ever cried. 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. Dora Scott had been her best friend in Roulsville, but she had moved away.
 her jealousy of Judy
 her knowledge of the fountain  her jealousy of Judy  her relationship with her husband  why she didn't want to go to the Brandt estate