When Florence returned a few minutes later there was a look of bewilderment on her face. “Felipe says he hasn’t seen her,” she announced.
Peggy’s eyes opened wide. “Where do you suppose she can be, then?”
“I’m sure I can’t imagine,” replied Florence, shaking her head dubiously.
“Do you suppose—she surely wouldn’t——”
“What in the world are you talking about?” broke in Florence, seeing the alarm on Peggy’s face.
“I was just wondering if she’d slipped down that back street again. She can’t get that mysterious window out of her mind, you know.”
“That’s so, but, surely, after getting caught yesterday, she wouldn’t risk it again. I’m afraid for her to be in the sun so much when she’s not used to it.”
“Jo doesn’t really mean to do anything that isn’t right,” Peggy defended, “but when she makes up her mind, there’s no stopping her.”
A little frown appeared on Florence’s forehead. “I’m really worried about her going on with this scheme. I don’t see how she can carry it out without being in great danger. Isn’t there some way you could persuade her to give it up?”
“No. She isn’t afraid of anything, and she’s the most determined person I’ve ever seen.”