Recovering from her fright, Penny reached up and snapped on the light. She heard a door open down the hall. Mrs. Leeds, a dressing gown clutched about her unshapely figure, stumbled toward the girl.
“There’s something in my room! It struck my face while I was sleeping! Oh, oh, such a horrible house!”
“Control yourself,” Penny advised, taking her by the arm. “We’ll see what it is.”
Mrs. Leeds jerked away, assuming an attitude of tense listening. For the first time she had paid heed to the organ music from above.
“There it is again!” she whispered in awe. “This house is haunted.”
Rosanna came down the hall, joining the two at Mrs. Leeds’ door. Alicia huddled nearby, too frightened to speak a word.
Penny opened the door and groped for the electric switch. As the room was flooded with light, she looked quickly about. Everything was in disorder but that was because Mrs. Leeds had done no straightening or cleaning since her arrival.
Suddenly Penny began to laugh.
“Pray what do you find that is so humorous?” Mrs. Leeds demanded indignantly.
“Bats!” Penny answered, laughing again.