“Yes,” Judy agreed. “Of course, they are a little old—”
“The orphans?”
Judy laughed. “You know I mean the Jewell sisters, but they do seem to be getting younger since we solved their problems, don’t they?”
“One less haunted house,” agreed Peter. “Between us we’ve dehaunted quite a few.”
“And yet there is an air of mystery about all those houses—theirs, ours, and especially the house in Farringdon. I keep thinking how pleased Dad would be to have some of the furniture we thought we lost in the Roulsville flood. Even the table leg would be a souvenir of our old home,” Judy finished wistfully.
“We’ll find it,” Peter promised. “Your picture proves it was there in the beaver dam, and it couldn’t have walked away by itself.”
Judy shivered at the thought.
“There is something lifelike about it.”
“There certainly is,” agreed Peter. “It’s a puzzle all right, but right now we have a more urgent problem.”
“I know. Homes for the homeless. What about our house?” asked Judy. “We have a lot of room. We could take in Miss Hanley and quite a number of small children—” She broke off as she caught sight of the matron and the man Judy supposed she had photographed behind the lady’s face. They were standing together with quite a crowd around them.