“I’ve slept in far worse places than this,” Rosanna laughed. “We have a comfortable bed and a private bath. I didn’t fare half so well at Mrs. Bridges.”
“You’re a good sport anyway, Rosanna. That’s more than could be said for Mrs. Leeds or her daughter.”
“I wonder how old the girl is? She looked about our age.”
“I’d guess she was two or three years older,” Penny returned. “She had so much paint on it was hard to tell.”
Both girls were tired from the long day’s drive. Rosanna immediately began to undress. Penny sat on the edge of the bed, thoughtfully staring into space.
“Did it strike you as queer the way Mrs. Leeds acted when I mentioned we were going to Raven Ridge tomorrow?” she questioned her companion.
Rosanna kicked off her slippers before replying.
“Well, come to think of it, she did look a little startled. She put on such a scene downstairs that I didn’t pay much attention.”
“We’ll probably never see her again.” With a shrug of her slim shoulders Penny arose and began to unpack her overnight bag.
According to the plan which they had worked out with Mr. Nichols, the girls expected to leave for Raven Ridge the next morning directly after breakfast. It was their intention to motor to the mountain resort, inspect the Winters’ property and see if they could learn anything concerning Rosanna’s uncle. They intended to return either the next night or the one following.