“There!” gasped Dot, grabbing Tess by the hand. “What does _that_ mean? She says this old Corner House is ‘spooky,’ too. What does ‘spooky’ mean, Tess?” CHAPTER V GETTING ACQUAINTED By the third day after their arrival in Milton, the Kenway sisters were quite used to their new home; but not to their new condition. “It’s just delightful,” announced Agnes. “I’m going to love this old house, Ruth. And to run right out of doors when one wants to—with an apron on and without ‘fixing up’—nobody to see one——” The rear premises of the old Corner House were surrounded by a tight fence and a high, straggling hedge. The garden and backyard made a playground which delighted Tess and Dot. The latter seemed to have gotten over her first awe of the big house and had forgotten to ask further questions about the meaning of the mysterious word, “spooky.” Tess and Dot established their dolls and their belongings in a little summer-house in the weed-grown garden, and played there contentedly for hours. Ruth and Aggie were working very hard. It was as much as Aunt Sarah would do if she made her own bed and brushed up her room. “When I lived at home before,” she said, grimly, “there were plenty of servants in the house. That is, until Father Stower died and Peter became the master.” Mr. Howbridge came on this day and brought a visitor which surprised Ruth. “This is Mrs. McCall, Miss Kenway,” said the lawyer, who insisted upon treating Ruth as quite a grown-up young lady. “Mrs. McCall is a widowed lady for whom I have a great deal of respect,” continued the gentleman, smiling. “And I believe you girls will get along nicely with her.” “I—I am glad to meet Mrs. McCall,” said Ruth, giving the widow one of her friendly smiles. Yet she was more than a little puzzled. “Mrs. McCall,” said Mr. Howbridge, “will take many household cares off your shoulders, Miss Kenway. She is a perfectly good housekeeper, as I know,” and he laughed, “for she has kept house for me. If you girls undertook to take care of even a part of this huge house, you would have no time for anything else.” “But——” began Ruth, in amazement, not to say panic. “You will find Mrs. McCall just the person whom you need here,” said Mr. Howbridge, firmly. She was a strong looking, brisk woman, with a pleasant face, and Ruth _did_ like her at once. But she was troubled. “I don’t see, Mr. Howbridge, how we can _afford_ anybody to help us—just now,” Ruth said. “You see, we have so very little money. And we already have borrowed from you, sir, more than we can easily repay.” “Ha! you do not understand,” said the lawyer, quickly. “I see. You think that the money I advanced before you left Bloomingsburg was a loan?” “Oh, sir!” gasped Ruth. “We could not accept it as a gift. It would not be right——”