"Hold the lamps the other way, and we can see better," suggested Grace.
"Hold the lens against your skirts, Mollie," said Betty. "That will make dark-lanterns for us."
She and Mollie did this, and in the intense blackness, that, for the moment was not illuminated by a lightning flash, they peered about them.
"It is a light!" exclaimed Grace. "Thank goodness!"
"I think so, too," added Mollie, as she glimpsed a point of illumination. "Come on, girls! They won't refuse to help us."
Much encouraged they kept on. The rain increased, but they did not so much care now. The thunder was just as hard, and the flashes of heaven's fire was vivid, while the wind seemed more powerful. But they kept on. The light they had seen seemed to grow brighter. Then it suddenly disappeared.
"Oh dear!" cried Grace, despairingly. "It is gone!"
"Never mind," said Mollie. "They may have taken it to another room, or put it out to go to bed. But we can find the place, as long as we are on the right road."
On they stumbled, and then Betty, who was a little in the advance gave a cry—a cry of joy.
