The Davis home was modestly furnished, yet with excellent taste. Penny could not refrain from referring to the clever color scheme which had been carried out so successfully in the living room.
"I'm glad you like it," Betty smiled. "You see, I'm studying to be an interior decorator."
"Why, how interesting."
"I attend night school," Betty explained. "Or rather I did. Just now Father is a little pressed for money so I've given it up for a few months."
"I hope you'll be able to go on with it again."
"Yes, so do I, for it's the one ambition of my life. I think after Jimmie is a little older it will be easier. Just now he's at the age where he feels he must have fine clothes and plenty of spending money."
"Perhaps you're too indulgent a sister," Penny smiled.
"Jimmie is only a year younger than I," Betty explained, "but since Mother died five years ago, I've always felt responsible for him. Lately I've been terribly worried."
"On account of the company he keeps?"
"Yes, that and other things." Betty arose and nervously crossed over to the fireplace. "I don't mean to unburden myself upon you, but lately Jimmie has been doing wild things. Father doesn't half suspect the truth. I'm half sick with trying to decide if I should tell him or not."