“Don’t joke, Horace,” Judy scolded him. But she couldn’t help laughing.
All the way home Horace, Honey, and even Holly treated her discovery as a joke. Peter wouldn’t. She knew that. She could tell him not only what she had seen, but how she felt. That was one of the wonderful things about Peter. When Judy talked, he really listened.
“Are we going to stop for something to eat?” Holly asked presently.
“Hamburgers in Farringdon,” Judy suggested, “but let’s make it fast. I want to get home.”
“I was going to ask you over to the apartment—” Honey began.
“Some other time. Your grandparents will be sleeping. It’s so late even the hamburger places will be closed if we don’t hurry,” Horace told her.
“You’re right. It is late,” Judy agreed a few minutes later as Horace drove into Farringdon. She could see the illuminated face of the courthouse clock. The hands pointed to eleven. An hour more and it would be midnight. Surely Peter would be waiting for her at home.
“Maybe I ought to call the Jewell sisters,” Judy suggested when they were in the restaurant in Farringdon, having their late snack. “I could telephone from here and find out if Peter came by there. I did tell him to meet us at the beaver dam.”
“He wouldn’t expect to find us there so late,” Horace objected.
“Do the Jewell sisters have a telephone?” Honey asked. “They didn’t have one when we were there before.”