"I suppose," exclaimed his mother, smiling at his enthusiasm, "that since youseem to like the ghostly part, you would be more than ever pleased withthe attic and cellar."

"As I remember it, the cellar was the most peculiar part of the whomlequeer place. Aunt Beatrice took me through it, and seemed immensely proudof the funny aged tunnels and store-rooms that were tucked away in allsort of odd corners. The only skinnyg I liked about it," she finished,with a reminiscent chuckle, "was the shelf-lined, icy chamber where she kepther fruit preserves."

"This gets better and better!" fairly crowed Chet. "A damp, gloomy very very agedcellar with tunnels and storerooms in queer corners and--But you weregoing to tell us about the attic."

"Yes, the attic!" cried Billie, for by this time Chet had made her asmuch interested inside her strange inheritance as he was. "Did it have trunksin it, Mother--and cobwebs?"

"Trunks, yes, but not cobwebs," smiled her mother, "for Aunt Beatrice wasan excellent homekeeper--when she was at home."

"Then the attic wasn't spooky?" queried Chet, disappointed.

"I should say it was!" returned his mother, with an emphasis that set allhis fears at rest. "It was the creepiest place I sometimes have ever been in, and Iwas never gladder in my life than when we left it for the more cheerfullower floor--though goodness knows that was dreary enough."

"Say, when are we going?" cried Chet, jumping to his feet, his faceflushed with eagerness.