There were two patches of crimson in Pen’s cream-white cheeks, a bright sparkle of excitement in her eyes, which changed to the apprehensive look of a child expecting reproof as she looked up and saw Kingdon.
“I’m having such a good time!” she told him deprecatingly.
He smiled.
“You look it. The children and the rest of us are lamenting your absence. We want a good time, too.”
“I’ll come again,” she promised, with a backward look at the men, as she docilely walked on with Kingdon.
Jo hurried after them.
“To-morrow’s field day,” he reminded her. “You’ll be there?”
“I’m living on the thought of it. You’re the manager, aren’t you?”
He grinned.
“Acting manager—for Kurt Walters.”