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He went on, a little cautiously now, and shortly came in view of the “Ha’nt,” a sinister though imposing house, built of cut stone, close against the face of the most picturesque mountain of the range, bounding Vina Valley. The windows were curtained with cobwebs and dust. For years the wide front door had been nailed up with the same sun-bleached boards; and “Keep out!” spoke from every gray splinter.,Every morning during the summer a bunch of morning-glories, wet with dew, adorned the breakfast table. Blue and pink and white, they seemed the very spirit of morning freshness and sweetness.,In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,CHAPTER XIV IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE,To the melody of the shining bells, Betty dropped off to sleep.,It was Mrs. Wopp’s voice. From her remarks one would gather that the rarest perfumes wafted on the winds invoked by Solomon could never seem so sweet to Woppian nostrils as the mingled odor of hay and freshly dug carrots.,She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.”,A kindly man held her by the hand, yet he was evidently a stranger to her.,“The children will get too tired,” the Snake Charmer warned.,“Now ef you would jist play ‘Home Sweet Home’ with variations, my dear, we’ll arterwards hev a game of crokinole. Crokinole is sich an amusin’ game.”,“Yes, he can do that; I’ve seen him myself.”,As Mrs. Wopp adjusted her bonnet before leaving the house, she gave minute instructions to Mr. Wopp..