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“The owners held town meetings, dances, and banquets in this

room. People loved the parties here.”

“I’d have a party every night,” Noelle said to Marie as she ran her

hand along a fireplace mantel. She held up her fingers. “Not much

dust. This should be easy.”

“If we were just dusting this room,” said Marie. “But cleaning this

whole place will take forever.”

Gwen pointed to the staircase. “Artisans hand-

carved this banister. Notice the glass eyes of the

dragons. Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Beautiful and creepy,” Marie whispered to Noelle.

Gwen led the girls through the house. “And here we

have the dining room,” Gwen said. “The family shipped

the table from Italy and the grandfather clock from

France.”

Gwen flipped a switch next to a cabinet, and

suddenly green-and-white china sparkled on the

shelves. “Even the family’s children knew to be careful

with these treasures.”

“I hope we don’t break anything, either. That would

cut into our savings for Hawaii,” Noelle said.

“Good point,” Marie replied. “Maybe we should just

clean things that can’t be knocked over or moved.”

“That leaves the floor,” joked Noelle.

“Imagine yourself gliding into this room for your

first party,” said Gwen, recalling a line in a script she

had obviously worked hard to memorize. “You see this