THE CASTLE.
It was a cold December afternoon.
Walter Burge was outside his cottage.
when he saw the car in the road, across the fields.
It was Minnie Dawe's car.
"Who's she taking home?" thought Walter.
"a visitor?"
*Walter didn't like visitors."Stay away from the castle,"
he told them when they came in the summer.Sometimes
they didn't listen to him.But this was winter;
when many people didn't come.
He watched the car for a minute or two;then he went back to his work.
An orange cat was outside the cottage.It was the colour of fire.
It too watched the car.Then it walked slowly across the field
at the back of the cottage; and up to *Genny Castle.
*Claire looked out of the window of the little car.
"Is it far to your cottage,Aunt *Min?" she asked.
"about six miles," said her aunt.
The village of Little *Genny was behind them now;
and the snow began to fall from grey December sky.
*Claire thought about Christmas."It's going to be nice here with Aunt *Min,"
She thought.
"The last time I saw you was ten years ago," said Aunt *Min.
"I was only five years old then," said *Claire with a laugh.
"And now you're as tall as me," said Aunt *Min.She was tall
and thin with grey hair."Where did your mother and father go?
I can't remember.""New Zealand," said *Claire.
"They went because of Dad's job,
and they are coming back in January."
Aunt *Min smiled."You are going to be with me in my cottage for Christmas,"she said.
*Claire smiled back, the she looked across the fields and saw a tall stone building.
"An old castle!" sha said."I must go and see that before I go home again."
Aunt *Min didn't look at the castle."It's not a nice place to visit," she said.
"*Genny Castle is dangerous."
"Dangerous?" said *Claire. "Why?"
Aunt *Min didn't answer.She looked across the field at the old building and said,
"Stones are always falling from the walls and towers."
*Claire looked at her aunt."There's something Aunt *Min isn't telling me," she thought.
"What is it?does the castle have a secret?"
When *Claire got up the next morning the sun was in the sky.
"Did you sleep well?" asked Aunt *Min.
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