She all but ran down the road. Once she looked behind her. He was still standing there. If he had called her she would have had to go back, let the dawn break if it would. But he heavily shouldered his pack, and turned in the other direction.
At the breakfast table next morning Pen suddenly interrupted her father's endless, querulous complaints by saying: "Well, how about me?"
He stared. "Hey?" he said blankly.
"Do you suppose I'm enjoying the present situation? Stared at, spied upon, my house overrun with riff-raff! It's intolerable!"
"Of course! ... Of course!" he stammered. "That's just what's troubling me."
"I want to go away until it blows over," said Pen.
Pendleton looked scared. "But ... but would they allow you to?"
"Pooh!" said Pen. "That threat of arrest was just a bluff."
"Where would you go?"
"Oh ... anywhere."