I'm sure it's the place."
"Well, it's a queer thing to be insisting that you are in a haunted
house," remarked Betty, "but I am beginning to believe now that we are
not. At least I agree with Mollie that this doesn't look at all like the
place called Kenyon's Folly."
As the storm thundered and roared about them the girls looked around the
hall and room. Truly it was but a poor structure, much fallen into decay
now, yet at heart it was sound. Paint and decoration would do much to
restore it.
"I think I can explain it," said Amy.
"Do then," begged Grace.
"Don't you remember, Mr. Lagg told us that there was a housekeeper's
residence built to connect with the main structures?" she said. "There
is a sort of covered passage, I believe, that goes to the main castle,
as it were."
"Then the real haunted house must be--back there," and Grace pointed
toward where they had observed the thick trees.
"Yes. We are only in the--annex," said Betty. "But it suits me."
"If we only had something to eat and drink we would--annex that,"
observed Grace. "I'm starved!"
"Let's have a look around, anyhow, as long as we are here," suggested
Mollie. "We may as well stay here for the night----"
"For the night!" cried Grace.
"Yes. Where else can we go? I'm not going out in that storm again if I
can help it. We're dry here, at least. Just listen to that rain!"
"It's coming down in torrents!" exclaimed Betty.
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