“He may enjoy looking for it. I know I will. If we’re lucky we may catch the beavers at work. I’m going to try and get some pictures of them. With a flashbulb it shouldn’t be difficult. You can’t depend on sunlight in the woods.”
“It may be gone by the time we get there. I saw a clock as we drove through that last town,” Holly began. “It’s almost four—”
“Is it?” asked Judy, glancing at her own watch to confirm the time. “Then we won’t have much time to visit. I did want to tell the Jewell sisters about the library exhibit. Their road turns off at the top of this hill.”
Soon they turned off the pavement. The dirt road was in better condition than it had been when Judy first drove along it. A week of dry, sunny weather had helped. Ruts and mud puddles had dried up. Houses looked more easily accessible than they had on that other ride. There were two or three farmhouses set far back from the road and then a long stretch of wilderness before they came to the Jewell place.
“Is this it?” Holly asked as soon as the big house with its square cupola came in view. “It looks—haunted.”
“I thought so too, when I first saw it, and so did Honey,” Judy admitted, “but I don’t believe the Jewell sisters are entertaining any ghosts today.”
“They’re entertaining somebody!” Holly exclaimed as they came nearer. “There’s a green car parked right in front of the house.”
Judy laughed. “I’m afraid you’re seeing green cars everywhere today.”
“Well, look for yourself.”
Holly sounded a little hurt because Judy hadn’t believed her. Judy looked, blinked, and looked again.