As she trudged on down the street Penny turned the problem over in her mind. She walked with head bent low and did not notice an approaching pedestrian until she had bumped into him.
“Sorry,” apologized the man politely.
“It was my fault,” replied Penny. She glanced up to see that the stranger was no stranger at all, but the airplane pilot who had brought her to Pine Top several days before.
He would have passed on had she not halted him with a question.
“I wonder if you could tell me what seems to be the trouble with the newspaper delivery service here at Pine Top?”
“We couldn’t get through yesterday on account of the weather,” he returned.
“But what happened to the papers today?”
“Nothing.”
“You mean they came through?” Penny asked in surprise.
“That’s right. You can get them from Benny Smith.”