[Illustration: Finding the will. In a moment the panel dropped down, leaving in view a very narrow depository for papers. _Frontispiece._] THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS HOW THEY MOVED TO MILTON WHAT THEY FOUND AND WHAT THEY DID BY GRACE BROOKS HILL Author of “The Corner House Girls at School,” “The Corner House Girls Under Canvas,” etc. _ILLUSTRATED BY_ _R. EMMETT OWEN_ BARSE & HOPKINS PUBLISHERS NEW YORK, N. Y.—NEWARK, N. J. BOOKS FOR GIRLS The Corner House Girls Series By Grace Brooks Hill _Illustrated._ THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS AT SCHOOL THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS UNDER CANVAS THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS IN A PLAY THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS’ ODD FIND THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS ON A TOUR (_Other volumes in preparation_) BARSE & HOPKINS Publishers—New York Copyright, 1915, by Barse & Hopkins _The Corner House Girls_ Printed in U. S. A. CONTENTS I “Left High and Dry” II Uncle Peter’s Will III The Old Corner House IV Getting Settled V Getting Acquainted VI Uncle Rufus VII Their Circle of Interest Widens VIII The Cat that Went Back IX The Vanishing Kittens X Ruth Sees Something XI In the Garret XII Mrs. Kranz Comes to Call XIII The Maronis XIV Five Cents’ Worth of Peppermints XV “A Dish of Gossip” XVI More Mysteries XVII “Mrs. Trouble” XVIII Ruth Does what She Thinks is Right XIX “Double Trouble” XX Mr. Howbridge is Perplexed XXI The Corner House Girls Win Public Approval XXII Callers—and the Ghost XXIII Not Entirely Explained XXIV Aunt Sarah Speaks Out XXV Laying the Ghost ILLUSTRATIONS Finding the will. In a moment the panel dropped down, leaving in view a very narrow depository for papers She forgot her kittens and everything else, and scrambled up the tree for dear life “Looker yere! Looker yere! Missie Ruth! There’s dem dried apples, buried in de groun’” Up came Tommy again, his eyes open, gurgling a cry, and fighting to keep above the surface THE CORNER HOUSE GIRLS CHAPTER I “LEFT HIGH AND DRY” “Look out, Dot! You’ll fall off that chair as sure as you live, child!” Tess was bustling and important. It was baking day in the Kenway household. She had the raisins to stone, and the smallest Kenway was climbing up to put the package of raisins back upon the cupboard shelf. There was going to be a cake for the morrow. Ruth was a-flour to her elbows, and Aggie was stirring the eggs till the beater was just “a-whiz.” Crash! Bang! Over went the chair; down came Dot; and the raisins scattered far and wide over the freshly scrubbed linoleum. Fortunately the little busy-body was not hurt. “What did I tell you?” demanded the raisin-seeder, after Ruth had made sure there were no broken bones, and only a “skinned” place on Dot’s wrist. “What did I tell you? You are such a careless child!” Dot’s face began to “cloud up,” but it did not rain, for Aggie said kindly: