demanded Grace.

"Because this isn't at all like the kind of a house a millionaire would
build. It's--common. You can see for yourselves."

It did indeed seem so.

"But we were close to the end of Shadow Valley, where Kenyon's Folly was
built," insisted Grace, "and we turned in nearer to it when we took that
cross-road. 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. "We simply can't go
out."

"And it will give us something to do to explore a bit," added Mrs.
Mackson. "Come along girls. Who knows but what we may find a table all
set for us by fairy hands, as we used to read of in the story books?"

They paused for a moment. Not a sound came from the rooms and passage
about them. Only the storm raged outside.

"Well, let's--let's----" began Mollie.

"Oh, come on!" cried Betty, as her chum hesitated. "At least we have
lights."

"And I'm going to take off my wet coat," said Grace.

"Oh, if we could have a fire!"

"There's a fire place," said Betty, flashing her lamp into the room the
door of which Amy had opened. "And, I do declare, some old boards and
bo