CHAPTER III
The Tenants Take Possession
"OUR own house—think of it!" cried Bettie, turning the key. "Push, somebody; the door sticks. There! It's open."
"Ugh!" said Mabel, drawing back hastily, "it's awfully dark and stuffy in there. I guess I won't go in just yet—it smells so dead-ratty."
"It's been shut up so long," explained Jean. "Wait. I'll pull some of the vines back from this window. There! Can you see better?"
"Lots," said Bettie. "This is the parlour, girls, but oh, what raggedy paper. We'll need lots of pictures to cover all the holes and spots."
"We'd better clean it all first," advised
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