“Where you and I used to go for dinner, George,” Meta Hanley put in.
“I know where it is,” George Anderson snapped. “I thought you had forgotten. Maybe they’ll make room for these children. Or maybe I will. It’s time I kept my promise and took Danny home.”
“You aren’t very good at keeping promises, are you, George?” Miss Hanley said quietly.
“What about you?” he retorted. “You speak of the Beverly as if it were just any restaurant and not—You’re the one who didn’t keep your promise. I had the ring—”
“This one?” Peter questioned, showing him the ring Blackberry had been rolling on the floor in the boarded-up house.
“Let me see that!” George Anderson demanded.
After scrutinizing it with a puzzled look on his face, he hurled back another question.
“Where did you find this ring?”
“Our cat found it,” Judy spoke up. “He rolled it out of a hole the beavers had gnawed in your house. We left him still in there, and we’d like to drive over there with you and get him out—”
“We’ll get him out all right!”