"I imagine it would be wise," Amy agreed.
The girls were passing a restaurant and Penny suddenly remembered that neither of them had lunched. At her suggestion they entered and sat down at a table for two near the front window.
"Hanley Cron has his studio in that building across the street," Amy remarked as they waited for the waitress to serve them.
"Does he really?" Penny asked with interest. "Do you know Mr. Cron personally."
"Oh, no, only by sight. And the less I see of him from now on the better I shall like it!"
"I don't blame you, Amy. He didn't give you a fair deal in the contest at all. I dislike the man myself."
"I suppose I shouldn't take the competition so seriously. I admit I was terribly disappointed. It wasn't just the money—although goodness knows I need it."
"Everyone said your statue should have won."
"Oh, well, it's no use thinking about it now," Amy smiled. "I don't even dare go back to the museum to get the Black Imp."
"I'll stop in for it if you wish."