"Well, I should think so," said Penny grimly.
She observed that the lower floor windows were all high from the ground, beyond the reach of anyone in the yard.
"Aren't any of the upstairs windows unfastened?" she called to the boy.
"Yes, but I can't get out there."
"Does your grandfather have a ladder?"
"I think there's one somewhere in the barn."
"I'll find it," Penny said encouragingly. "Just you wait until I come back, Perry."
She hurried off to the barn, well aware that in taking matters into her own hands, she was certain to incur the wrath of Herman Crocker.
"I don't care if I do get into trouble," she thought indignantly. "He has no right to shut Perry up in the house without anything to eat. It's cruel."
Penny opened the barn doors and stepped inside. She stopped short to stare at an automobile which stood on the floor beside the granary. One glance assured her that it was not Herman Crocker's ancient car. This was an expensive model with a streamline design, shiny and new save that one fender was slightly battered.