“Peter Jasko’s granddaughter!” thought Penny. “And she must have seen me decorating the place with ski tracks.”
However, the other girl was only concerned with her own predicament. She smiled and motioned for Penny to come directly under the window.
“Can you help me get out of here?” she called down.
“You’re not locked in?” inquired Penny in astonishment.
“I certainly am! My grandfather did it. He fastened the door of the loft.”
“How long have you been there?”
“Oh, not very long,” the girl answered impatiently, “but I’m sick of it! Will you help me out of here?”
“How?”
“Grandfather always hides the key to the outside door in the woodshed. It should be hanging on a nail by the window.”
Penny hardly knew what to do. It was one thing to annoy Peter Jasko by making a few ski tracks in his yard, but quite another to antagonize him in more serious ways. For all she could tell, he might have locked the girl in the cabin as a punishment for some wrongdoing.