The rest of the day, Vinnie and Mandy were busy.
They had many chores to do!
So the next morning, the children headed straight for the attic.
"Where's the photo?" Mandy asked.
"Here." Vinnie pulled it out of his pocket.
"Mandy!" he cried.
"The sail and shields stopped glowing!"
The old man was gone from the photo.
Instead, Vinnie and Mandy were standing by the Viking ship.
Vinnie put the picture back in the album.
Then he turned the page.
"Mandy, look at this!" Vinnie exclaimed.
"Here's a new glowing picture!"
Mandy stared at the photo.
The old man stood next to a statue of a woman with a tall helmet.
The helmet was glowing.
The tall statue had a small winged figure in one hand.
The other hand held a shield.
"Where is this?" asked Vinnie.
"I don't know," said Mandy.
She took the photo to look more closely.
Suddenly, they heard footsteps climbing the stairs.
"What are you doing up there, kids?"
It was Dad.
"What should we do?" Mandy whispered.
"Our adventures can't stop now!" Vinnie said.
They stared at the glowing helmet on the statue.
They closed their eyes and fell down the deep dark tunnel.
"Ow!" yelled Vinnie as he landed on a hard floor.
"Hey!" he shouted as Mandy fell on top of him.
"Sorry!" Mandy cried. "I can't help where I land."
The children were in a room with baskets filled with thread.
The rolls of thread were many different colors.
A beautiful piece of cloth hung from a large wooden frame.
"What's that?" asked Vinnie, pointing.
"I think it's a loom," guessed Mandy.
"You know, to weave cloth."
"Look at what we're wearing!"
Vinnie stood up to admire his clothes.
He wore a short white tunic.
Mandy had on a white tunic too.
But hers reached to her ankles.
Both tunics were fastened with small pins at the shoulders.
The children heard voices.
"Someone's coming!" whispered Mandy.
The children looked around for a place to hide.
Too late—the door opened.
Vinnie and Mandy froze.
Two young girls walked in.
One girl, dressed in blue, stared at them.
"What are you doing here?"
she demanded, pointing at Vinnie.
"Uh, well, I, uh . . . ," stuttered Vinnie.
"How dare you step inside the weaving room!" she shouted.
"My father will not allow this!"