broken furniture. But there was no sign of recent habitation. The house was musty and damp, but they were glad of shelter from the storm.
"Only my poor auto!" sighed Mollie. "I hope nothing happens to it."
"It can stand the weather," said Grace. "What is beyond here, I wonder?" she said, as they came to a pause before a closed door.
"Let's look," suggested Betty.
Like other portals in the house this one was not locked. Betty pushed it open, and a long passage was releaved.
"The way to the haunted house!" exclaimed Mollie, rather dramatically.
"Hush!" begged Grace.
"Silly!" admonished Betty. "Come on."
She plunged into the passage. The echoing footsteps of the others following could be heard. She came to another door, opened it, and gave a cry of delight.
"Girls—supper!" she exclaimed, and, holding her light high up, she flashed it on a collection of groceries. Boxes of sardines there were, dried herring, crackers, some butter in a carton, a loaf of bread, canned tomatoes and peaches, and with all some dishes—knives and forks, spoons, and, most useful of all—a can-opener, and a corkscrew—and—a bottle of olives!
