"We want to go through this door Ann, may we?"
"Oh, lawks, Miss Tina! That's up to the turret room that has a ghost. I never goes by that door after dark if I can help it!"
Christina's cheeks blanched, she shrank back. Puggy danced up and down with delight.
"Hurrah for the ghost! Come on, we'll rout him out, and the door isn't locked!"
"Don't you go up those steps, there's a good child, Miss Tina."
Puggy had swung the door open, and a winding stone staircase disclosed itself to them.
"I'm sure we'd better not go," said Christina, looking at the dusky steps with horror.
"Who's the ghost?" demanded Puggy valiantly.
"I dunno. It's just some one that walks about the room there and makes a noise. Mr. Tipton has heard it often. He sleeps in the room there, close to the staircase."
"Let us wait till to-morrow," suggested Christina.