CHAPTER
11
A NEWSPAPER MYSTERY
Penny stared at Francine, for a moment not believing that she had meant the remark seriously. As she comprehended that the girl indeed was serious, she exclaimed in quick protest:
“Oh, Francine, what an attitude to take! Sara is my guest. I’m sure Mrs. Downey doesn’t mind.”
“I’ll go,” offered Sara in a quiet voice. “I never dreamed I would offend anyone by being here.”
“I’m not particularly offended,” replied Francine defensively. “It merely seems reasonable to me that if you won’t allow others on your property you shouldn’t trespass yourself.”
“Sara had nothing to do with that sign on her grandfather’s land,” declared Penny. “Francine, you must have jumped out of the wrong side of the bed this morning.”
Sara had turned to walk away. Penny caught her hand, trying to detain her.
“Wait, I’ll run into the lodge and ask Mrs. Downey. But I know very well it will be all right for you to stay.”
Sara hesitated, and might have consented, save at that instant the three girls heard the faint tinkle of bells. A sled loaded with wood came into view around a curve of the mountain road.
“That’s grandfather on his way home!” exclaimed Sara. “I must get back there before he learns I’ve been away! Hurry, Penny!”