“Yes, we had tea again. Betty is very nice. So is Granny. But the cousin—she’s queer,” related Terry.
“Oh, so you met Viney Tucker?” asked Arden.
“She poked herself in at us,” said Dot. “But what happened to you?”
Arden and Sim told, and said something about the strange closet.
“Let’s go in now and have a look at it while none of the workmen is around,” suggested Arden enthusiastically.
“No, it’s too dark!” objected Terry. “I don’t believe in ghosts any more than you do, but going in that queer old house when it’s as dark as it’s going to be soon, doesn’t appeal to me.”
“Nor me!” said Dot.
She and Terry climbed into the rumble seat, and they were all soon back at Sim’s house. The way seemed short, for they had plenty to talk about.
It was quite dark when they arrived. Moselle opened the door for them and exclaimed:
“I sure am glad you-all have come back!” There was a tone of relieved anxiety in her voice.