"Well, I suppose I am exaggerating," said Tavia apologetically, "but I am
so accustomed to tell things as big as I can make them. Brother Johnnie
won't listen to any tame stories."

"But the haunted house?" questioned Joe.

"We are almost there," said Tavia as the dinner things were cleared away.
"Did you ever see an old castle off toward Ferndale?"

"The Mayberry mansion?" suggested Ned.

"Perhaps," replied Tavia. "It is set in a deep woods or some sort of
jungle."

"Why, that's Tanglewood Park," declared Nat. "How in the world did you get
over that way?"

"Took a short cut through a lane," replied Tavia, "and when we got right
in the thick of it the old man meekly pointed out the haunted house."

"Did you see the 'haunt'?" asked Dorothy jokingly.

"Saw what my friend declared was the haunt," Tavia replied, "A light
running all over the place as if it might have been tied to a cat's
tail."

"A light in the house?" asked Ned and Nat in one breath.

"Certainly. Not on the roof, but behind the big old stone walls. I could