"Not at all!" declared Betty, quickly.
"Especially as it was only—what it was," said Grace, with a laugh.
"Then I've got another one for you to solve," went on the poetical grocer. "It's a haunted house!"
He beamed on the girls as though he had proposed the most delightful sort of an affair.
"A—a haunted house!" faltered Amy.
"That's it—a regular haunted house—groans, slamming doors—queer lights, and all that sort of thing."
"Where—where is it?" asked Betty.
"In Shadow Valley."
Instinctively the four girls started.
"Why, we—we were near there the other day," said Mollie. "We didn't see any house that appeared to be haunted, though."