"Jimmie?" Penny asked. "No, but from what she told me I suspect he's something of a problem."
"I haven't seen Betty in days," Susan remarked. "Why not call on her this afternoon?"
Penny hesitated an instant, then agreed. Considering her father's association with Mr. Davis she was not certain that the visit would be very tactful.
"We must be careful and not say anything that could offend her," she warned.
"Of course," Susan agreed. "Shall we drive over in my car?"
At the Davis cottage a few minutes later, they caught a glimpse of someone moving about on the upper floor. But when they rapped upon the door there was no response.
"I know I saw Betty looking out of an upstairs window just as we drove up," Susan whispered.
"Perhaps she doesn't care to see us then. Come on, Sue, let's not knock again."
They quietly withdrew to the car.
"Where to now?" Susan inquired as she snapped on the ignition.