"Here is the house!" she cried. "It is all dark, but we will knock."
By the lightning flashes they saw, set some distance back from the road, a large house. By the same flashes they saw leading up to it a path, much overgrown with weeds. And back of the house were big trees. The rest was not very distinct, but at least shelter was offered them.
"Come on!" urged Betty, resolutely.
"Suppose there are—dogs?" faltered Amy.
"If there are they would have barked before now. But I don't believe even a self-respecting dog would bother us on a night like this," said Mollie. "Come on."
They advanced up the old path, that was overgrown with weeds.
"I don't believe any one lives there," ventured Grace, in a low voice.
"If they do they don't keep the place in very good condition," spoke Cousin Jane. "It's a shame to let it get so run down."
Mollie was knocking on the door. The sound of her knuckles seemed to echo through an empty house. The hearts of the girls were despairing again. Once more Mollie knocked. No answer.
"No one at home," she murmured. "And yet the light!"
She gave a little cry.
