Caleb conducted them upstairs, opening the door of one of the bedrooms. It was stuffy and dusty but otherwise ready for occupancy. Penny turned back the coverlet of the bed and found that it was equipped with clean sheets and blankets. The furniture was massive and all hand carved.
“I guess you can make out here for one night,” Caleb said.
“We’ll be very comfortable,” Penny assured him.
Returning to the lower floor, Caleb lighted his lantern and prepared to leave. With his hand on the door knob he turned to face the girls again.
“Oh, yes, there was something I forgot to mention. If you hear queer noises in the night don’t be upset.”
“Queer noises?” Penny echoed.
Caleb nodded soberly.
“Folks around here claim the house is haunted but I never took stock in such stories myself. I just thought I’d warn you.”
And before the girls could recover from their astonishment, he firmly closed the door, disappearing into the rain.