“Do you know where?” Ruth asked quickly.
“Bress yo’, honey! I ‘speck dey is up in de attic,” he said. “I don’ jes’ know whar—”
“Oh, I know! I know!” cried Agnes, suddenly. “Over in that corner of the garret that we never cleaned, Ruth.”
“Did we fail to clear up any part of the garret?” asked the older girl, doubtfully.
“The place Tommy Rooney hid in when he was the attic goat,” Dot said solemnly.
“Ghost!” admonished Tess. “I do wish you’d get your words right, Dot Kenway.”
“I remember seeing some old brass candlesticks there,” Agnes went on to explain to Ruth. “They can be polished, I should think. They’re all green now.”
“Of course,” said Ruth, cheerfully. “Let’s go and look for them.”
“Oh, I want to go!” cried Dot, at once.
“May we all go, sister?” asked Tess.