"Where'll we go now?" Corinne wailed, having considered it was time
to begin crying. "I'm drownded, and my teeth knock together, I'm
gettin' so cold!"

They paused at the top of the hill, Corinne still lamenting.

"I don't want to stop here," said Grandma Padgett, adding, "but I
suppose we must."

The house was large and weather-beaten; its gable-end turned toward
the road. The "feefty famblies" had left no trace of domestic life.
Grass and weeds grew to the lower windows. The entrance was at one
side through a sea of rank growths.

"It looks like they's ghosts lived here," pronounced Robert dismally.

"Don't let me hear such idle speeches!" said Grandma Padgett,
shaking her head. "Spooks and ghosts only live in people's
imaginations."

"If they got tired of that," said Robert, "they'd come to live here."

"The old house looks like its name was Susan," wept Corinne. "Are we
goin' to stay all night in this Susan house, ma?"

Her parent stepped resolutely from the carriage, and Bobaday
hastened to let down some bars. He helped his grandmother lead the
horses into a weedy enclosure, and there unhitch them from the
carriage. There was a shed covered with straw which served for a