“Oh, dear, no. But I might be able to slip away. Grandfather plans to chop wood every day this week.”
“I doubt if Mrs. Downey would want you to do that.”
“Need you tell her?” queried Sara coolly. “I’ll fix myself a rope ladder and get out the window. That will save you the trouble of coming here to let me in and out.”
“And what will your grandfather say if he learns about it?”
“Plenty! But anything is better than being shut up like a prisoner. You tell Mrs. Downey I’ll try to get up to the lodge tomorrow morning, and we’ll try out the track together, eh Penny?”
“I don’t know anything about bob-sledding.”
“I’ll teach you to be my brake boy,” Sara laughed. “How long will you stay at the Fergus hotel?”
“I haven’t any idea.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to crawl back into my cave,” Sara sighed dismally. “Can’t you even ski with me for half an hour?”
“Not this morning,” Penny said firmly. “I have important work ahead.”