"What?" asked Sister, apparently unable to think.

Nellie Yarrow pointed her finger as one having important news to
tell.

"The haunted house is rented!" she said, excitedly.

The "haunted" house was an object of curiosity to every child in
Ridgeway. It was a small, shabby brown shingled dwelling on one of
the side streets, and it was whispered that a man had once seen a
"ghost" sitting at one of the windows. That was enough. Ever after
no boy or girl would go past the house at night, if it were
possible to avoid it, and the more timid ran by it even in the day
time. Of course they should have known there are no such things as
"ghosts," but some of them didn't.

"Who is going to live in it?" asked Sister curiously. "Don't you
suppose they will be afraid?"

"Well, I wouldn't live in it," declared Nellie positively. "Some
folks don't care anything about ghosts, though. Let's go down and
watch 'em carry in the furniture."

Not many new families moved into Ridgeway during the year, and a
June moving was something of an event. The children found a little
group of folk watching the green van backed up to the gate. Two
colored men were carrying in furniture, and an old lady with her
head tied up in a towel was sweeping off the narrow front porch.