“I don’t know how you can be so sure of that,” Marjorie objected. “I think someone put it in the lid long before Pat and Mal planted the garden.”
Penny gave her a fond pat. “I hate to disillusion you, honey, but the map was pasted in the lid quite recently. Last week when I opened the box to show Mary the costume jewelry the old velvet lining fell out. And there wasn’t any map there then.”
Marjorie sighed with disappointment. “Oh, dear,” she began, “then I suppose the same mean person put that scrap of paper in the bot—”
But she never finished what she had planned to say. For just then Phil called out excitedly from the porch:
“Penny, Penny! Peter’s here!”
CHAPTER 8
PETER IS WORRIED
Peter had arrived several days earlier than he had planned! For a moment Penny stood stock still on the threshold of the old storage room.
She was too thrilled to move, but she was very glad that she was wearing her most becoming afternoon frock. Peter said that pale yellow brought out the golden lights in her hair and turned her eyes to violets. Or was it forget-me-nots?
Marjorie’s giggle set her in motion. “Wake up, Penny,” Marjorie said with a laugh. “This is no time to dream.”