It wasn't very long at all before they came across the public library. It seemed a fair size, if initially slightly smaller than the one Kitty had spent so many hours at before the move. Still, from the front, it appeared to hide a larger structure.
The typical triangular roof of any good library sloped downward to meet them, three small arches held by doubled-pillars marking this side as the entrance. The pillars themselves and the arches were painted a reddish brown color, but the rest of the grand entrance's walls appeared to be made of, not brick, but cream-colored cobbled stone.
Kitty was more than happy to scale the short staircase in two bounds—despite there being at least four tiny steps—and peer back down towards Norville, hand on the railing. It occurred to her that Sam would have been better left inside the hotel, as she couldn't exactly leave him sitting in the hot car, but the hindsight was too far in the past to be trifled with. He was a good dog. She trusted him to stay outside the library for a bit. It only meant that she and Norville shouldn't spend too long inside.