“You’re welcome, I guess,” replied Penny, but with no conviction. “I hope your grandfather won’t be too angry.”
“Oh, he won’t know about it,” the girl answered carelessly. “I see you know who I am—Sara Jasko.”
“My name is Penny Parker.”
“I guessed the Penny part. I saw you trying to write it in the snow. You don’t believe in signs either, do you?”
“I didn’t have any right to trespass.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Grandfather is an old fuss-budget. But deep down inside he’s rather nice.”
“Why did he lock you up here?”
“It’s a long story,” sighed Sara. “I’ll tell you about it later. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Penny backed down the ladder. The amazing granddaughter of Peter Jasko followed, taking the steps as nimbly as a monkey.
Going to a closet, Sara pulled out a wind-breaker, woolen cap, and a stub-toed pair of high leather shoes which she began to lace up.