"Where are you going?" asked Grace, as Betty turned up a road on which they seldom journeyed. "This doesn't take us anywhere in particular."
"It goes to Shadow Valley," answered Betty.
"Are—are you going there?" gasped Amy.
"Just to get a glimpse of it," was the reply. "Surely you're not afraid—in broad daylight."
"And with us along?" demanded Will, heroically. "Shame!"
"Oh, well——" began Amy, but she did not finish.
"This side road leads right into the valley," said Mollie, a little later.
"Then we'll take it," decided Betty, and she swung the car about. A little later they were looking down from a height into the strange valley.
One end—that nearest them—was laid out in a number of small farms, on which were substantial houses. But the other end, where "Kenyon's Folly" had been built, was in the narrower part, and was almost deserted as regards residences. This section of the valley was narrower, the hills—almost mountains—rose high on either side, hemming it in. This produced deep shadows early and late in the day, and gave the valley its name.
"There's the ghost house!" said Will, in a low voice, pointing toward a mansion, perched on one of the side hills, on a natural ledge. "I can see the ghost now!"