Fearfully the chums obeyed and Betty and Mollie pulled out their
electric pocket torches, filling the place with a weird light. Mollie,
being acquainted with the place, naturally took charge of the
situation.
"There are matches over there," she said, "and candles over the
fireplace. For goodness' sake, let's get a regular light, folks.
Perhaps that will make us feel more natural."
"So say all of us," echoed Amy. "The dark makes everything worse, when
you are not well acquainted with a place."
Mollie touched a match to the candles, and in the answering flare
turned to face her chums.
"Girls," she said, determinedly, "I don't know how you feel about it,
but I vote that before we do anything else we get something to eat. We
all look like ghosts just now and I'm sure we feel much worse than
that. But a little food makes a monstrous lot of difference."
"You know it does," cried Grace, relaxing into one of the big chairs
that were scattered about the room and covering her face with her
hands. "I think if I don't get something to eat soon, I'll die, that's
all.
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