Carolyn Keene

“I’m afraid not, Nancy. A will is a will, you know.”

“I declare, I don’t know what makes me so nervous this afternoon! I have the strangest feeling⁠—just as though something were about to happen.”

I think I’ve had enough of mystery to last me a life time.

The wind howled derisively in their ears, mocking them in their plight.

Folks said he died just to be rid of their everlasting nagging.

“I’m aching for another adventure. That’s all the good it will do me, too!”

Mysteries sometimes pop up in strange places, Nancy, and I must say you have a faculty for running into them.

Each moment the wind increased in violence, hurling wild threats into the ears of the three girls.

“If a will is missing, isn’t that a mystery?”

He was unusually tall and thin with spindling legs which gave him the appearance of a towering scarecrow.

Food interests you more than an honest compliment.

“There wasn’t any other way,” Laura stated quietly. “I couldn’t let you drown.”

People declared that she had a way of taking life very seriously without impressing one as being the least bit serious herself.

“It seems I’m living in a haunted house.”

I’ve been in a state of respectable poverty too long to risk losing my fortune now that I’ve come into it.

She loved the clear blue of the lake, the gigantic trees, the earthy odor of the forest, and the whisper of the wind in the pine needles.

He was always putting things away in what he called a safe place. The place was usually so safe that he could never find it again!

“The Mansion is haunted all right, but it’s haunted by a flesh and blood ghost unless I miss my guess!”

She knew that her father, being a man, had no comprehension of the Herculean task which lay before her.

The thunder crashed and went tumbling and rumbling down the uttermost parts of the sky, and lightning streaked up in brilliant zigzags to the very dome of heaven.