The sled turned into a driveway and stopped beneath a sort of covered porch.
"Whoa!" called Dick to the horses.
A door opened, letting out a glow of warm, cheerful light.
"Are the six little Bunkers there?" asked a voice.
"Yes, every one, and the two big Bunkers, too!" answered Grandpa Ford. "Come on, children! Here's Grandma Ford all ready with that bread and jam for you!"
"Oh, I'm so glad!" sighed Rose. "I was getting hungry again."
"So was I," admitted Russ.
"Now I'm going to finish my riddle," declared Laddie, as he untangled himself from the robes.
"And we can begin to hunt for the ghost," whispered Rose to Russ.
"Yes," he whispered back.