CHAPTER XIV
AT THE HAUNTED HOUSE
"Girls, I can't stand this any longer!" complained Mollie, as the storm raged about and above them.
"What are you going to do?" asked Betty.
"For one thing, let's try to take one of the curtains from the side where the wind doesn't blow so hard, and fasten it on the place where that one blew away. That will help some."
They tried, but it was hard work. The curtains fastened with straps above and below, being a new kind, and not very satisfactory, as Mollie declared then and there. Nor were the girls successful, for the wind whipped and blew the curtain about so that it was impossible to put it up. Thus there were two openings now—one on either side of the auto—and rain came in both.
"This is dreadful!" cried Mollie. "Girls, I'm sure you'll never forgive me for getting you into this scrape."
"It wasn't your fault," said Betty. "You couldn't tell that the motor was going to give
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