part of the house. There was where all the manifestations seemed to come from."
"Well, let's go to the front door and look," proposed Cousin Jane. "That can do no harm, and really I don't like to think of anyone being in distress."
"Especially after we've eaten his lunch," put in Grace.
"How do you know but that it is a 'her' and not a 'him'?" asked Mollie.
"Nobody but a man would come in here after dark."
"But we girls did."
"Oh, look how many of us there are. There is safety in numbers."
"Well, I wouldn't be here if there was any other place to go," declared Grace. "Come on, if we're going," and she moved toward the door, keeping close to Betty meanwhile.
"There must have been some one here, or else how did we see the light which we followed, and which brought us here?" Mollie wanted to know.
"That, too, may have been caused by the lightning," said Cousin Jane.
"You are bound to ascribe everything to nature," objected Mollie. "It's nice of you, but perhaps not correct."
"Well, you know that electricity does queer
