Reaching the door, Arden asked about the early closing. The girl, pretty and friendly, explained that lack of funds and the holiday season made it more practical to close early. She was Betty Howe, she admitted, smiling at Arden’s question. And she said her brother Dick had mentioned the girls from the Westover house having gone riding with him.
“I’m sorry, but all the lights are out now,” the girl continued. “We open at nine in the morning, you know,” she smiled, putting away her keys and pulling on her gloves.
“Oh, thank you. Then I’ll come back in the morning.”
“Yes, do. I hope it was nothing important?”
“No, indeed,” Arden answered smiling. “Tomorrow will do nicely.”
But as she hurried along to Sim’s she did feel disappointed.
“Did you find out anything?” Sim promptly asked, while Arden sank down rather wearily.
“No. The library was closed. But I had a nice walk,” Arden tried to persuade herself as well as Sim.
“Well, let’s forget the ghosts,” suggested Terry. “It’s been a long day, and tomorrow we’ll have Dot with us.”
“And so, to bed!” yawned Sim, and those who didn’t yawn certainly felt like it.