Phoebe laughed and shook her head as she ran to the window. She drew aside the shawl hanging before the glass and peered out. The first gleams of dawn were dispelling the night, and against a dark gray sky she saw the branches of thickly crowding trees. Dropping the shawl, she turned eagerly to her sister. "Rebecca Wise!" she exclaimed. "As sure as you're alive, we're back safe on the ground again. We're in the woods." "Mos' likely Putnam's wood lot," said Rebecca, with great satisfaction as she finally adjusted her cameo brooch. "Gracious! Won't I be glad to see all the folks again!" She pushed open her door and, followed by Phoebe, entered the main room. Here all was gloom, but they could hear Droop's breathing, and knew that he was still sleeping under the table in the corner. "For the lands sakes! Let's get out in the fresh air," Rebecca exclaimed as she groped her way toward the stairs. "You keep a-holt o' me, Phoebe. That's right. We'll get out o' here an' make rabbit tracks fer home, I tell ye. We can come back later for our duds when that mis'able specimen is sober fer awhile again." Slowly the two made their way down the winding stairs to the lower hall, where, after much fumbling, they found the door handle and lock. As they emerged from the prison that had so long confined them, a cool morning zephyr swept their faces, bringing with it once more the well-known voice of distant chanticleer. They walked across the springing turf a few yards and were then able to make out the looming black mass of some building beyond the end of the air-ship. "Goodness!" Rebecca whispered. "This ain't Peltonville, Phoebe. There ain't a house in the town as high as that, 'less it's the meetin'-house, an' 'tain't the right shape fer that." They advanced stealthily toward the newly discovered building, in which not a single light was to be seen. "In good sooth," Phoebe exclaimed, putting one hand on her sister's arm, "it hath an air of witchcraft! Dost not feel cold chills in thee, Rebecca?" Rebecca stopped short, stiff with amazement. "What's come over ye?" she asked, trying to peer into her sister's face. "Whatever makes ye talk like that, child?" Phoebe laughed nervously and, taking her sister's arm, pressed close up to her. "I don't know, dear. Did I speak funny?" she asked. "Why you know you did. What's the use o' tryin' to scare a body with gibberish? This place is creepy 'nough now." As she spoke, they reached the door of the strange building. They could see that it stood open, and even as they paused near the threshold another puff of air passed them, and they heard a door squeak on its rusty hinges. They stood and listened breathlessly, peering into the dark interior whence there was borne to their nostrils a musty odor. A large bat whisked across the opening, and as they started back alarmed he returned with swift zig-zag cuts and vanished ghostlike into the house. "It's deserted," whispered Rebecca.