“O, GEORGE, WHAT A HOUSE! What a lovely house! I am sure it’s haunted! Let us get that house to live in this summer! We will have Kate and Jack and Susy and Jim of course, and a splendid time of it!”
Young husbands are indulgent, but still they have to recognize facts.
“My dear, the house may not be to rent; and it may also not be habitable.”
“There is surely somebody in it. I am going to inquire!”
The great central gate was rusted off its hinges, and the long drive had trees in it, but a little footpath showed signs of steady usage, and up that Mrs. Jenny went, followed by her obedient George. The front windows of the old mansion were blank, but in a wing at the back they found white curtains and open doors. Outside, in the clear May sunshine, a woman was washing. She was polite and f
