“I thought I would ask her, but I doubt if her Grandfather will give his consent.”
“I’ll ski down there tomorrow and talk with her if you would like me to,” offered Penny.
“I would appreciate it,” said Mrs. Downey gratefully. “I hate to spare the time myself.”
Early the next morning Penny paid a visit to the bob-sled run where a crew headed by Jake was hard at work. There was a stretch of straightaway and a series of curves which snaked down the valley between the pines. At the point of the steepest curve, the outer snow walls rose to a height of eighteen feet.
“A sled could really travel on that track,” observed Penny. “Does it hurt to upset?”
“It might,” grinned Jake. “We’ve never had an upset on Horseshoe Curve. If a sled went over there, you might wake up in the hospital.”
Penny watched the men packing snow for awhile. Then buckling on her skis, she made a fast trip down the mountain to the Jasko cabin. This time, having a definite mission, she went boldly to the door and rapped.
There was no response until the window of the loft shot up.
“Hello, Penny,” called down Sara. “I thought you had forgotten your promise. The key’s in the same place.”
“Isn’t your grandfather here?”