Penny had begun to gather up clothing. "Where are your bags?" she asked. "There's no time to lose."
"Under the bed," Amy answered.
She ran to the closet and jerked her dresses from the hangers. Penny crossed the room to pick up a sweater which had been tossed into a chair. As she moved past the table which Amy used as a writing desk she noticed a stamped, sealed envelope lying there.
Unintentionally, Penny glanced at the name and address. It read:
"Mr. George Hoges, General Delivery, Belton City."
For a moment Penny stared at the letter. The scene which she had witnessed in the park came back to her. Why should Amy and the ex-museum worker have business together? The next instant she was heartily ashamed of her suspicion, yet she could not let the matter pass without speaking of it.
"Amy," she called.
"Yes." The girl emerged from the closet with a pile of dresses in her arms.
"I don't mean to be prying," Penny said awkwardly, "but I couldn't help seeing this letter."
A faint flush crept over Amy's face. She questioned defiantly: "What about it?"