“There’s enough fish there to feed an army,” chimed in Jimmy as he came running in from the driveway where he had parked the Bronc. “Alf and I are going to catch our share.”
Phil came down the stairs from the balcony and greeted everyone cordially. “You couldn’t have arrived at a better time,” he told his guests. “If Marjorie had had to wait one more hour for Judy, she would have worn a path from the back door to the front. Ever since dawn she’s been watching for your car.”
“And yet,” Penny said with a laugh, “when they did arrive, she didn’t hear them knocking on the door.”
“I was busy,” Marjorie informed her sister airily. “Out in the Donahues’ cabin helping Ann Mary get their laundry together for Mr. Taggart.”
Penny said nothing, but she made a mental note to scold Marjorie later in private. Marjorie had not been helping Ann Mary; Penny had heard her rummaging in the old storage room!
“There’s something a lot better than fish around here,” Jimmy was saying in an undertone to Alf.
“I’ll say there is,” Marjorie told Judy.
Penny smiled. She could see that the four of them were already scheming and laying plans to dig up the entire place in search of buried treasure.
“I guess I’ll forget about Marjorie’s little white lie,” Penny decided. “She didn’t mean any harm, and I know she’s been dying to poke around in those old trunks for ages.”