Mary Louise and Jane exchanged significant looks. Perhaps this colored family was the explanation of the mysterious disturbances about Dark Cedars.
Mary Louise suggested this to Elsie after Max had driven away with a promise to call for the girls at nine o’clock the following morning.
“I don’t think so,” said Elsie. “But of course it’s possible.”
“Let’s walk over to see this family after supper,” put in Jane. “We might learn a lot.”
“All right,” agreed Elsie, “if a storm doesn’t come up to stop us.... Now, come on upstairs and unpack. What room are you going to sleep in—Hannah’s or Aunt Mattie’s—or up in the attic with me?”
“We have to sleep in your aunt Mattie’s bedroom,” replied Mary Louise. “I promised we would.”
Elsie looked disappointed.
“You’ll be so far away from me!” she exclaimed.
“Why don’t you sleep on the second floor too?” inquired Jane.
“There isn’t any room that’s furnished as a bedroom, except Hannah’s, and I think she still has her things in that. Besides, Aunt Mattie wouldn’t like it.”