The doctor had smiled that rare smile of his. “Dr. Bolton’s daughter did wonders without me,” he had said.
Then Pauline knew that her father would not object to Judy’s plans for her. He hadn’t wanted her to work before. Now it pleased him to know she was filling Judy’s position.
“You’ve been working hard, Dale,” Pauline said, glancing up from the manuscript he had just given her. She was seated at her new desk, looking very professional.
Judy stood beside the table straightening out a few of her things as she wanted to leave the office in perfect order.
But Dale Meredith expected these girls to show more than a professional interest in his story. He had put his heart into it—and his experience.
Judy smiled. “Is it another detective story?”
“It’s the greatest detective story you’ll ever read. The detective is a sixteen-year-old girl.”
“Sounds interesting. What does she look like?”
For answer Dale walked over to the little mirror where Judy usually stood to arrange her hat. He took it down from the wall and held it so that Judy’s bright hair and clear gray eyes were reflected in its surface.