Everyone was disappointed because the Half Moons had lost. The innkeeper, Bud Towers, noticed the long faces as he served a lunch of turkey salad and watermelon slices. “Looks like our team didn’t win today.” “Nope,” answered Benny. “How about if we do a little sightseeing?” Grandfather suggested. “Where are we going?” Benny wanted to know. “To someplace special,” was Grandfather’s mysterious answer. When they had finished eating, they all got in the station wagon and drove south. Grandfather pulled the car into the parking lot of a strange house. Violet stared at it as they all climbed out. “It looks like it belongs in a fairy tale,” she murmured. The house had pointed roof lines and odd gables. Ivy clung to the old bricks and stonework. Diamond-shaped windows in witch’s-hat dormers overlooked a garden. Benny had never seen a house like this. “I want to live here!” he exclaimed. Then he remembered his own wonderful house in Greenfield. “But I won’t ever leave you, Grandfather.”
