Penny shook her head.
“Ozma?”
“No, that isn’t right, either. Mommy knows it, but you mustn’t tell her I told you.”
“We won’t say a word, will we, Judy?”
“Is that your name?” asked the little girl. “Mine’s Penelope, but people call me Penny for short. May I call you Judy?”
“Yes, you may both call me Judy,” she replied as Paul descended from the tree. “This is Grace Dobbs, but I named her Honey before I knew who she was. Now we’re sisters—”
Penny’s eyes widened.
“Real sisters?”
“Well, I married Honey’s brother Peter. My brother is Horace—”
“Here he comes now with the children’s mother,” Honey interrupted as the convertible came roaring down the road and stopped almost beside them.