The dollhouse had a big wide crack right through the bottom. I was sobbing and so was Lucy. Mom ran to us
and asked what all the commotion was about. And I told her about everything, going into the attic without permission
and the dollhouse, Everything. She said it was okay and gave me and Lucy each a handkerchief. She helped us up, and
then I noticed that the dollhouse opened. There was this golden shimmery old slip of paper laying in the middle. I
picked it up and it said... OPEN THE CHARADE OF LIGHT, WHERE YOU WILL FIND YOUR NEXT CLUE.
