“Why, you’re practically there now,” the attendant informed. “What place are you looking for?”
“The Jacob Winters’ estate,” Penny replied.
“Then keep on this road for about two miles more. When you come to the top of the ridge, take the gravel road to the left. It will lead you to the house. There’s no one there though, unless maybe a caretaker.”
“Oh,” Penny murmured, “then perhaps you can direct us to a place where we can spend the night.”
“The nearest is at the town of Andover, five miles beyond the Winters’ place.”
The girls thanked the man for his assistance, and once more followed the winding road up the mountainside.
“Shall we go on to Andover or stop at the Winters’ house?” Penny asked her companion.
“I don’t know what to do,” Rosanna faltered. “We’re both so tired.”
“The place surely must have a caretaker, Rosanna. Let’s take a chance and stop.”
At the top of the ridge they watched for the gravel road and were elated to find it. The entrance was barred by a white gate. Rosanna stepped out in the rain to open it.