“That’s about all we do know! Which way shall we go?”
“Right,” said Arnold.
“Left,” said Phebe.
“Much obliged! Suppose, though, we cross this road and keep on. That fellow who was singing——”
“[Hold on!]” interrupted Arnold. “[Isn’t that a sort of a light over there] to the left?”
“It is!” exclaimed Phebe joyfully. “Isn’t it?” she added less certainly. “I don’t see it now.”
“Yes, it is,” agreed Toby, and sighed with vast relief. “Come on!”
The light proved surprisingly near at hand, for a dozen strides brought them to it. It shone from a square window and illumined a gravel drive lined with trees and shrubs, a drive that evidently connected with the road they had just left. The window was too high up to be seen through and the light that came from it was faint, but it was at once apparent that the building was not a residence. Toby stared perplexedly at the gray stucco wall visible through the fog.
“I never saw this place before,” he muttered. “It must be——!”