“No, he went down to Pine Top. Isn’t it glorious skiing weather? Hurry and get the key. I’ve been cooped up here half an hour already.”
Penny went reluctantly to the woodshed and returned with the key. She unfastened the trapdoor which gave entrance to the loft and Sara quickly descended.
“Didn’t your grandfather say anything about last time?” Penny inquired anxiously.
“Oh, he raved because someone had trespassed. But it never occurred to him I had gone away. Where shall we ski today?”
“I only stopped to deliver a message, Sara. I am on my way down to the Fergus hotel.”
“Oh,” said the girl in disappointment. “A message from whom?”
“Mrs. Downey. She is starting up her bob-sled run again and she wants you to help out.”
Sara’s eyes began to sparkle.
“I wish I could! If only Grandfather weren’t so strict.”
“Is there a chance he’ll give his consent?”