Its the ghost. Its Joshua! Benny couldnt stop shrieking. Just as suddenly as he appeared, the ghost vanished with Henry chasing after him. Benny, Benny, calm down, Jessie said soothingly. She hugged Benny to her, while Violet buried her face in Jessi...
Im scared, Benny admitted. Violet gulped. Take my hand. Were not far from the farm. Guided by the moonlight, Violet and Benny made their way home, stumbling over rocks and large branches in their path. Things sure look different in the dark, Benny mu...
Goodness, I had no idea that letter was stolen. Thats dreadful! the owner of the antique store exclaimed. Mrs. Holmes was a round, short woman with wiry gray hair. I would never knowingly sell stolen merchandise, she told the Aldens. I must call the...
The Aldens were up early the next morning. They helped feed the animals and ate a quick breakfast. Then they borrowed some old bicycles that were in the shed and rode into Chassell. The library was in a large white clapboard house that was painted wh...
Before long, the Aldens were walking through thick rows of apple trees. The wind swirled red and yellow leaves around them. Its pretty here, Violet observed. It is, Benny agreed. But how are we ever going to hear the ghost with all this wind? Henry s...
That evening, after an early dinner, the four Alden children met in Jessie and Violets room. We just have to help Seymour and Rose solve this mystery, Violet was saying as she leaned back against two of the lacy white pillows piled on the bed. All th...
The Aldens peered inside the opening. The passageway looked so dark and spooky with cobwebs hanging overhead that Benny was suddenly afraid to step inside, even after Seymour handed him a flashlight. Come on, Benny. This is one of the things you came...
You mean someone is stealing your fruit? Benny asked. Seymour actually smiled. No, nothing like that. He cleared his throat. The fact is, someone is stealing our antiques not the furniture, but smaller things like my stamp collection and some old fam...
Grandfather, we have to turn right at the next road, Jessie said. She sat in the front of the station wagon with a map unfolded in her lap. The Aldens had been driving for almost three hours. It was now noon time for lunch, Benny reminded everyone. W...
Six-year-old Benny Alden stood outside his house in Greenfield, watching the moon rise. An owl hooted. Oak and maple trees rustled in the wind, and a few raindrops sprinkled Benny on the nose. Benny shivered. In the moonlight, his front yard looked s...
