"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
stable. The horses were watered--Robert wading to his neck among
cherry sprouts to a curb well, and unhooking the heavy bucket from
its chain, after a search for something else available. Then leaving
the poor creatures to browse as best they could, the party prepared
to move upon the house. Aunt Corinne came out of the wet carriage.
Grandma Padgett picked up some sticks and chips. They attempted to
unlock the door; but the lock was broken. "Anybody can go in!"
remarked the head of the party. "But I don't know that we can even
build a fire, and as to provisions, I s'pose we'll have to starve
this night.
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