Chapter 4
Conclusion Mart drove as fast as he dared to the police station. All four Bob-Whites went into Sergeant Molinson's office together. Excitedly, Di held out the earring for the policeman to take."You're sure this is Honey's?" he asked gruffly.
"Positive," Trixie replied. She showed him the initials etched on the back. "It was on the floor of that car. It must be the one used in her kidnapping!"
"So far, we have been unable to locate that car," the sergeant said. "And now that you've obtained this evidence illegally, we won't be able to use it in court." As he saw the faces of the BWGs fall, he added, "But, this does give us something solid to go on. We've got an APB out on the car. If any New York police officers see it, they'll tail it, hopefully to Honey's hiding place."
"Sergeant," Dan said, "there wasn't a license plate anywhere on the vehicle. I could tell the back one was gone from my spot by the cafe, and when the guy drove away, I noticed the front one was gone, too."
"Good eyes, young man," Molinson praised. "I've got an officer questioning the staff at the cafe, so maybe the man let something slip."
Trixie debated to herself whether she should tell the police that the man had seemed familiar to her. But, since she still hadn't thought of who it could be, she decided to keep quiet.
Di seemed about to speak up, but then she quickly shut her mouth. The sergeant looked questioningly at her. "I don't know if anyone has mentioned this," she began hesitatingly, "but, there's a teacher at school who is always looking at Honey."
"What teacher?" Sgt. Molinson barked.
"Mr. Wood," the Bob-Whites said together. Trixie added, "He just started teaching here in September. He does watch Honey an awful lot."
Sgt. Molinson wrote down the little information they knew about the teacher. "I'll get information about him from the school," he promised. It was the first suspect they had.
"Now," he went on, "I'm assuming you haven't been home to hear the news."
"We left pretty early this morning," Mart informed him. "We haven't been home yet."
"There was another call. We got this one on tape. It was made to Regan's apartment phone."
"How does the kidnapper know so many of the Wheeler's phone numbers?" Di wondered.
"He doesn't have to know any," Trixie explained. "He's probably making Honey tell him the number, or even making her dial the phone for him. Can we hear a copy of the call?"
"That's the plan," the sergeant said. "You can listen to it here, and then I want you to take it home. The Wheelers already have a copy, but I want all of you Beldens to listen to it. Play it for the Lynches and Mr. Maypenny, too. I want to have as many ears as possible listening to it. Someone might recognize the voice."
There was a tape player on the desk, and the second ransom tape was already in it. The BWGs listened in horror as the instructions for Miss Trask were given. When Honey's voice came on the line, Trixie's eyes filled with tears, but she listened closely to the words.
"Miss Trask is driving around with two million dollars?" Mart exclaimed.
"Yes, but Spider Webster is in the trunk of the car. He's holding it closed with rope, and if he needs to, he can get out of the car fast. He's got his police walkie talkie with him, and we're maintaining contact. So far, Miss Trask has made four turns, but hasn't stopped."
Dan burst out, "Why did Honey say that she missed ME?"
"She was trying to give us a clue," Trixie said excitedly. "We just have to figure out what it is."
"Maybe it's one of my old gang that's kidnapped her," Dan said haltingly.
"We're checking on that right now, Dan," the sergeant assured him. "We've contacted to New York City police, and they're hunting up any members of the Cowhands. We've also got a technician working to isolate the background noise from the voices. That might give us information on where they are."
The Bob-Whites left the station house quietly. Each was frantically wracking their brain to try to figure out Honey's odd words. They got silently into the station wagon, and Mart began the short drive to Crabapple Farm.
Trixie replayed Honey's message over in her mind. I know she stressed Dan's name, both times she said it. Maybe the kidnapper is one of the Cowhands. I wonder if there's any background noise that will help locate her.
"Mart, get us home as fast as you can!" Trixie yelled. "I know what Honey was trying to say on the tape."
the cabin in the woods
Right after the ransom call, Old Man left the cabin and Honey heard the car squeal away. Elvis was in the other room, prowling restlessly. There were now three boards nailed across the window in the bedroom. Last night, Old Man had yelled at Elvis for not doing it earlier, and they'd nailed the boards on while Honey ate barely heated canned soup.
Elvis poked his head into the bedroom and said, "I've got to get some smokes. I totally forgot to bring an extra pack, and now I'm completely out. I'm locking you in the bedroom, so don't think you'll have a chance to escape."
Honey could hear two loud click as the padlocks were pushed closed. She wondered how Elvis was going to get into town when Old Man had taken the car. Less than a minute later, she had her answer when she heard a car start behind the cabin. It must have been hidden back there, Honey reasoned.
As the noise of the car faded into the distance, Honey moved to the window and tried to pull at the boards. The nails were way too strong, and the boards were new and in good condition. The window would not give an opportunity for escape. Slowly, she moved around the room yet again, looking for some way out. This might be the only time that both kidnappers were gone.
Tugging on the door opened it an inch or two, but the padlocks prevented it from opening completely. Honey's thoughts raced as her eyes darted around the room. The hinges on the door caught her eye because they were brand new and gleamed even in the dim light.
Hinges! Honey's mind shouted as it flashed back to the old house on the bikeathon route. Trixie had known the counterfeiters were using the house because the hinges were on the outside and the hinge pin could be removed to get inside.
She stepped over to the door, and examined the hinges closely. They looked brand new, so the kidnappers had probably put them in themselves. Each hinge was made of two triangular pieces and a hinge pin.. One piece was set in the door with two screws, and the other piece was attached to the frame, with the hinge pin in between the two triangles. There were three hinges: one at the top, one in the middle, and one at the bottom.
If I can get the hinge pins out, or take the screws out, I can get out of here!
Honey tried getting the hinge pins out of all three hinges, but they were in too tightly. I need something to use as a screwdriver, she thought as she gazed around the room. The only thing that looked at all likely was the spoon she'd eaten her soup with last night. It'll have to do, she decided.
With infinite patience, Honey began the slow work of taking out the screws. The spoon wasn't very strong, so it bent under her hand, but she persevered until she felt the first screw loosen. She'd decided to start at the bottom, and soon she had that hinge off of the door. The next hinge, in the middle, hadn't been tightened as well, so it was even easier to get off. By the time she was done with that one, however, she was sweating from the exertion, and the spoon was slippery in her hand. The door could be moved away from the wall now, and Honey decided to get dressed in her winter gear and see if she could squeeze out without taking out the last hinge.
With her coat, mittens, and boots on, she pulled on the door so that it opened as wide as possible. Shoving her head and shoulders through, she grabbed on to the door frame, and forced her body through the small opening. The door scraped along her back and legs as she crawled on the floor to get free. With a gasp, she gave one last shove with her knees, and she was free!
Not wanting to waste even a single moment, Honey moved to the front door. It was locked from the outside, there were no screws visible to loosen, and the hinge pins were in tightly. Grabbing one of the two kitchen chairs, she swung it with all her strength at the window next to the door. The glass shattered with a satisfying crash, and she used the chair legs to poke out the jagged bits of glass still stuck in the frame. It only took a few moments for her to sit on the window sill, then twist her body around and drop to the ground.
Not wanting to follow the tire tracks out to the road in case one of the kidnappers was driving in, Honey took to the forest, keeping the tracks in sight as she walked through the drifts of snow. I'm not sure where I am, but I know the road is over this way, she thought as she plunged ahead into the trees.
Meanwhile, at the Beldens
Before Mart even fully parked the car, Trixie was out of the vehicle, racing into the warm farmhouse. She didn't even take her boots off as she raced through the kitchen and upstairs to Mart's room. Mrs. Belden came in from the living room in time to see Trixie's legs disappear up the stairs. She was about to go up and see what was going on when Mart, Di, and Dan burst into the kitchen.
"Where's Trix, Moms?" Mart gasped as he tried to catch his breath.
"She just ran upstairs. What is going on?"
Just then, Trixie came clattering down the stairs, Mart's tape player in her hand. "Everybody, listen to the tape, but don't listen to the voices. Pay attention to the sounds that are in the background."
They were all quiet as Trixie put the ransom tape in the machine. As they listened again to the kidnapper and Honey, Trixie knew she was right about Honey's message.
"Did you hear that?" she demanded.
"Well, I heard some rhythmic thumping sounds," Mrs. Belden replied. "Is that what you're talking about?"
"Yes!" Trixie shouted. "Don't you see? That's DAN chopping wood. Honey could hear it, too. That's why she said Dan's name twice."
"Trixie, that could be anybody chopping wood," Dan protested.
"No, it can't, Dan," she argued. "You probably have never noticed, but you chop wood in a certain way. You swing the axe, and the first thunk is the axe going into the wood. Then, you swing it twice more quickly, so it sounds like this: thunk, thunkthunk. If the wood hasn't split, you'll swing it one more time. You've chopped so much wood, though, that three swings usually does it."
"She's right," Mart said slowly. "I never actually thought about it, but that's the way you chop wood."
"So Honey has to be close enough to Maypenny's cabin to hear you chop wood," Trixie mused. "Sound can travel a bit in the winter air, but not that far."
"Honey can't be that close, or Mr. Maypenny and I would have noticed something."
"Mr. Maypenny knows the woods better than anyone," Mrs. Belden put in. "Why don't you phone Sergeant Molinson with the information, then go out to see Mr. Maypenny. He may be able to tell the police in which direction to look."
Everyone waited impatiently for Trixie to finish talking to the sergeant. After she told him what they'd discovered, she listened to him for a few minutes before hanging up.
"He said that we should get the horses, and make it look like we're just going riding in case the kidnapper sees us. He's more likely to take off with Honey if he sees police officers searching the woods," Trixie reported. "He also said that Mr. Wood has alibis for when Honey was kidnapped and when both ransom calls were made."
The BWGs ran out of the house as fast as they'd come in. Mrs. Belden phoned up to Manor House to tell Brian and Jim to meet them at the stable. Regan had already saddled Lady and Susie by the time they got there, and Jim and Brian were saddling Starlight and Jupiter. Moving quickly, they got Strawberry saddled in record time. Dan was going to double with Trixie on Susie until they got to Maypenny's, where Spartan was waiting.
As they rode along the trail to Mr. Maypenny's cabin, Jim said, "I can't believe the four of you were out gathering clues while I was sitting at home, doing nothing."
"Jim, you weren't doing 'nothing'," Brian asserted. "Your mother needed you to be with her while Miss Trask drove around."
"Did she deliver the money?" Trixie asked eagerly.
"No," Brian said soberly. "The kidnapper led her on a wild goose chase, then told her to drive back to Manor House and wait for another phone call this afternoon."
"Maybe the kidnapper saw Spider in the trunk, or suspected the police were somewhere near," Di opined.
"That's possible," Jim agreed. "The kidnapper didn't sound angry, though, and that's the important thing right now. Sergeant Molinson said it's imperative that the kidnapper isn't provoked into any action."
As the group drew close to Maypenny's, they lapsed into silence. Each was hoping that Mr. Maypenny would be able to give them a direction to search, or would have noticed something out of the ordinary in the preserve.
When they reached the cabin, Dan hurried off to saddle Spartan, and Brian ran inside to get Mr. Maypenny. They explained what Trixie had noticed on the ransom tape, and asked if he knew of anyplace nearby that the kidnappers could be using to hide Honey.
"Well, there is a old cabin about 3/4 miles northeast of here. I rented it to a college kid about 2 months ago," the gamekeeper explained.
"I don't remember seeing a cabin out there," Dan puzzled. He often helped with the patrolling.
"There's only an overgrown track leading to it. The cabin is a dead end. I only check around there every few weeks. It's not on any of the preserve trails."
"Why did a college kid want to rent a cabin out here?" Di wondered.
"He said that he needed a place away from it all to study and write," Mr. Maypenny told them. "I've only seen him out here 4 or 5 times, always on the weekend. I told him that it was going to wreck the shocks on his car, driving on that rutted lane, but he said he didn't care."
"Was it a black car?" Mart asked excitedly.
"Nope, it was a bright blue."
Mart's face fell, but Jim said, "He could have painted his car since then."
"Let's not waste any more time talking about it," Trixie stated. "I want to check out that cabin."
Mr. Maypenny gave precise directions to Jim and Dan. The BWGs set out for the possible kidnapper's lair, riding as quickly as possible along the snowy trails. They got to the place where the trail went past the rutted tracks. It was obvious that a car had driven in and out of the clearing recently. Snow had fallen yesterday, but the tire tracks weren't covered at all.
"All of us can't go riding up there," Brian argued. "If the kidnapper is inside, he might panic if he sees us."
"I'll go!" Trixie and Jim shouted.
"Jim and I will go," Trixie added. "The rest of you can stay with the horses, behind these trees. We'll sneak up to the cabin and peek inside."
Sliding from Susie's back, Trixie gave her reins for Mart to hold as she and Jim crept through the trees, trying to get as close as possible to the cabin before venturing into the open. They decided to do a slow circuit around first, and look for the car. By the time they had gone all the way around, it was clear that no car was parked anywhere near.
Jim clutched Trixie's hand as they crept up to one side window. It was uncurtained, but dirty. Nobody was in the main room. There were the remains of quite a few meals scattered around, and two decks of cards. "Look!" Trixie whispered. She pointed straight across the room. A door leading into another part of the cabin was hanging off of one hinge.
"Let's go around to the other side," Jim suggested. The pair moved silently through the snow, circling the back of the cabin, which had no windows, and coming up to the window on the other side. They couldn't see in because there were boards nailed across the panes.
Finishing the circuit brought them to the front door. They both noticed the glass on the ground and the smashed window at the same time. The front door was locked with a padlock, but Trixie wanted to go in through the window.
"Jim, you won't fit through it, but I can. You can go to the side window, and watch through there. Nobody's here right now, unless they walked in."
Jim reluctantly helped Trixie through the window, then ran around to the side to watch. He could see her look around the main room quickly, then move to the broken door. Getting down on her hands and knees, she forced her head and shoulders through the opening where the hinges were unscrewed. She stayed like that for over a minute, then abruptly pulled herself back from the door and ran to the broken window. Jim met her there just as she jumped to the ground.
"It's an empty bedroom- but Honey was there!" she exclaimed.
"How do you know?!"
"Her scarf is still on the bed. It's the one that I made for her that Christmas that I went a little crazy and thought I liked knitting. I know it's the one I gave her because it's coming unraveled all over the place."
"Do you think the kidnapper moved her to a new spot?" Jim asked anxiously.
"No way! Jim, look, footprints! There are footprints leading into the woods. I bet Honey smashed the window and escaped."
The couple held hands tightly as they followed the tracks through the snow. "Bring the horses!" Trixie yelled to Mart when she saw him peeking out from behind a tree.
As the other Bob-Whites joined them, Jim explained what Trixie had found, and the search for Honey was on. The footprints led deeper into the forest, roughly in the direction of Manor House. Soon, though, the prints were gone as they got into the part of the woods where the tree branches were so thick that the snow hadn't hit the ground.
"Fan out, everyone!" Brian ordered. "We have to keep each other in sight, but we need to cover as much ground as possible."
Dan, Di, and Mart branched out to the left, while Trixie and Jim went to the right. Brian stayed in the middle. Trixie's mind was racing, worrying that Honey didn't have proper winter clothes, or that she would get lost in the forest. Without thinking about it, her lips pursed and let out a shrill Bob bob-white. Soon the air was filled with six riders whistling as loudly as they could into the dark woods.
"Be quiet!" Di yelled. "I heard something."
The message passed down the line, and each BWG stopped whistling. From somewhere up ahead, they could hear, faintly, an answering Bob bob-white. Urging the horses to go even faster, the group rode towards the distant sound.
Trixie was the first to spot the familiar figure running out from behind some bushes. She yanked on the reins, jerking Susie to a stop. Flinging herself off of the startled horse, Trixie raced through the trees, and threw her arms around her best friend. Honey and Trixie rocked back and forth, sobbing and laughing as they hugged tightly.
The rest of the Bob-Whites crowded around Honey, all talking at once. Jim put his arm around her shoulder, and kept squeezing her close to him every few seconds. Honey's teeth were starting to chatter. Her jean legs were soaked with melted snow, and her ears were bright red.
Brian took charge. "Let's get Honey to Manor House. She needs to be warmed up, and I know her parents will be ecstatic to see her." He helped Honey up on to Starlight, and even though she didn't need assistance to get on a horse, she let him give her a hand anyway.
"We'll ride past Mr. Maypenny's," Dan decided. "We'll tell him about Honey, and he'll probably have to describe the kidnapper to the police."
"He won't have to do that," Honey stated. "I know who the kidnapper is. Well, one of them anyway."
The other BWGs looked at her incredulously. Jim queried, "There was more than one?"
"There were two. One wore an Elvis mask, and I don't know who he is, but the other one is Chris Hoffman."
Trixie blurted, "I knew that guy looked familiar!"
Brian stared at the back of Honey's head. "Chris Hoffman? My roommate, Chris Hoffman?"
"I recognized him, even though he's got makeup and a wig on. He couldn't disguise his eyes, though, and I remembered him from when we helped you and Jim move into the dorm."
"I can't believe it," Brian muttered. "He asked me about you, but I thought he was just curious about my hometown friends."
"He asked me about Honey, too," Jim said darkly. "He seemed really sympathetic to the troubles she had before she moved to Manor House."
"That's how he knew where Honey lived, and how he knew about Regan and Miss Trask," Trixie declared. "I always assumed the kidnapper cased the Wheeler's house, but he didn't have to. He just listened to Jim and Brian."
Both Jim and Brian turned red. Honey, catching sight of her brother's embarrassed face, said, "It isn't your fault. Maybe he read letters I wrote to Brian, or listened when I called him on the phone. You didn't know that he was trying to get information- you just thought that he was interested in your lives. Don't you dare blame yourselves, or I'll- I'll- never forgive you!"
Honey's silly statement lessened the tension, and the group all relaxed. At Maypenny's, Dan ran in to tell the old man the good news, and he came back out with Dan to see Honey for himself.
"You hurry on home, miss," he warned. "You're parents are worried sick, and they don't know you're safe."
They rode the horses as quickly as possible on the snowy trail that eventually led to the Wheeler stable. "How did you find me?" Honey wondered.
The Bob-Whites took turns describing the clues- Mart seeing the kidnapper's car, Di finding the earring later, Mr. Maypenny knowing about the cabin. Then Honey told them how she had managed to escape. "Elvis needed cigarettes, so he left me alone, thinking there was no way out."
"Like I've always said," Dan joked, "smoking is bad for you."
When they got to the stables, Regan was nowhere in sight. "Just this once, we won't unsaddle the horses or clean the tack," Trixie said. "I think Regan will forgive us."
With the six BWGs surrounding the kidnap victim, they ran up the path to Manor House. The clatter they made as they all stampeded up the steps and into the foyer was not missed by the Wheelers and Miss Trask.
Mr. Wheeler came into the foyer, frowning. "What are you doing?" he demanded. The frown was replaced with a look of astonishment and delight when Honey pushed through the group and threw her arms around her father.
Mr. Wheeler was speechless. He kept his arms around her, but leaned back to look at her face. Finding his voice, he yelled, "Madeleine! Madeleine!" Mrs. Wheeler hurried into the room. When she saw Honey, her eyes filled with tears, and she rushed over and wrapped her arms around Honey and Matthew.
"My baby, my baby," she murmured over and over.
Miss Trask, taking in what was going with one glance, picked up the telephone and dialed the police station. When Trixie heard her ask for Sergeant Molinson, she went over to Miss Trask's side, and whispered that Honey could identify the kidnapper. Miss Trask promptly handed the phone over to Trixie and let her talk to the sergeant.
Soon, everyone on the Wheeler estate had heard the good news, including Regan, who had been bewildered a minute before when he found the Wheeler horses and Spartan in their stalls, fully saddled. Tixie was right, he did forgive them for not cleaning the tack.
Honey related the whole story to everyone within earshot- the BWGs, the Wheelers, Regan, Tom, Celia, Miss Trask, and Cook. Marveling at his offspring's bravery, Matthew Wheeler ordered that champagne and ginger ale be passed around. When Honey explained how she had used a spoon to loosen the screws on the hinges, Mrs. Wheeler grabbed Honey's hands and examined them for cuts and bruises.
When Sergeant Molinson and Spider arrived a few minutes later, Honey had to tell the whole story again. They had an APB out for Chris Hoffman, but they didn't have a photo to show the Sleepyside officers. Brian, remembering that the kidnappers had had two cars, suggested that one of them might be the car Chris drove when at university.
"I can go into Sleepyside with Spider, and if I see his car, I can point it out to him."
"I'll go too," Dan volunteered. All of the Bob-Whites wanted to go. Mrs. Wheeler absolutely forbid Honey to go anywhere, and Trixie wanted to stay with Honey. Jim wanted to help catch Chris, but he couldn't leave his sister so soon. So, Dan, Di, Mart, and Brian drove off with Spider in the station wagon to look for Chris' blue car.
Two hours later, they had returned, but hadn't found any sign of Chris or his car. Officers had staked out the cabin, but they suspected that the kidnappers, finding Honey gone, had fled back to New York City. Chris' parents' house and his dorm were under surveillance by NYC police. They knew he would show up sooner or later. He didn't know that Honey had identified him, and been corroborated by Trixie agreeing with her.
Dr. Ferris came out to Manor House to give Honey a thorough check-up. She had a few scrapes and bruises from her escape, was mildly dehydrated, and pretty hungry, but the doctor decreed that the best thing to aid in a full recovery was to be at home with family and friends.
Christmas Eve
Honey had been home for three days. The Bob-Whites were meeting in the clubhouse before the Wheeler's huge, last-minute Christmas party to exchange Secret Santa gifts. They were supposed to have placed them around the homes as a surprise, but in the excitement, Mart was the only one who had done so, and Honey never even got to open it.
Chris Hoffman had been caught by the police as he returned to his dorm room. Frightened by the jail time he could receive, he quickly gave up the name of his partner, an old high school friend. Each of them blamed the other for thinking of the idea. Frankly, the police didn't care whose idea it was- they were going to prosecute both. Honey, Mart, and Trixie were all going to have to testify if the two kidnappers didn't accept a plea bargain.
But for right now, there was a pile of presents on the table, each gaily wrapped in bright paper with ostentatious bows. Well, except for one present, which was a little bedraggled from being in the snow by the mailbox.
Jim, the designated Santa Claus, picked up the first gift. "Ho ho ho," he chuckled. "This is one is for a little girl named Trixie. Is there a Trixie here?"
"Ha ha, very funny," Trixie said. She slowly unwrapped the purple paper from the rectangular box. Inside was a companion book to Trixie's favourite television show, "Law & Order". "Awesome!" she exclaimed. Under that book was the DVD set for the first 2 seasons of the same show. "Thank you, whoever you are!" she sang out as she gazed around the table, trying to spot the gift giver.
The next gift was for Mart. It was a very flat package. Inside was an envelope, which had the name, "Desserts by Daphne" written in gold script on it. The gift certificate inside proved to be a year's subscription to the Dessert of the Month club. "Wow, they'll send a different dessert at the beginning of each month! This is the kind of gift that keeps on giving!"
Jim handed the next package to himself. Underneath the royal blue wrapping paper was a Camper's First Aid Kit. "Hey, thanks!" he said as he opened the lid. Inside were all sorts of useful things for camping. Trixie smiled to herself. She knew Jim would find the ID bracelet she'd had engraved for him when he went through everything in the kit.
Honey was the recipient of the bedraggled package. She knew who her Secret Santa was because of the testimony Mart gave to the police. Since the paper was ruined anyway, she tore it off quickly and opened the shoebox. "Oh, Mart, thank you," she breathed as she examined the yards of Belgian lace and spools of silk thread. "How did you know I was saving up for this?"
"A little bird by the name of Marge might have let something slip," he replied airily.
The present for Di was wrapped in shiny red paper, and had a green and red plaid bow. It turned out to be a complete scrapbooking kit. Di had recently taken up the hobby, to create albums for the hundreds of loose photographs in the Lynch hallway closet. "Thanks, Secret Santa," she beamed as she rifled through the box, admiring the multi-coloured pages and neat hole punches.
Dan's present was elegantly wrapped in cream-coloured paper with a velvety brown ribbon and bow. He undid the bow slowly and opened the box, pulling out a pair of expensive winter boots. He'd had his eye on those boots at Crimper's for the last three months. All of the Bob-Whites knew that his feet had grown again, and his old boots were now too small. "I'm going to try these beauties on right away," he declared. Putting his right foot in, his toe jammed up against something. He reached his hand in and pulled out a new Swiss Army knife. "Man, my Secret Santa is the best!"
The last gift was for Brian. It was very heavy, and could only be one thing- a textbook. Eagerly, Brian tore off the green paper, and excitedly brandished the thick book at the other Bob-Whites. "Mosby's Medical Dictionary! This was on the recommended book list for premeds, but it wasn't required, so I didn't buy it. Thank you so much!"
They gathered up the wrapping paper and put it in a trash bag. Then, arm in arm, the seven friends walked up the path to Manor House, to celebrate the season with all their friends and family.
The End