“There’s not much I can tell you, really. The ceremony is to take place at two o’clock in the garden, so you’ll have ample time to reach the estate. If you get in—” Miss Arnold placed an unpleasant emphasis upon the words—“take notes on Miss Kippenberg’s gown, the flowers, the decorations, the names of her attendants. Try to keep your facts straight. Nothing infuriates a bride more than to read in the paper that she carried a bouquet of lilies-of-the-valley and roses while actually it was a bouquet of some other flower.”
“I’ll try not to infuriate Miss Kippenberg,” promised Penny.
Miss Arnold glanced quickly at her but the girl’s face was perfectly serene.
“That’s all I can tell you, Miss Parker,” she said shortly. “Bring in at least a column. For some reason the city editor rates the wedding an important story.”
“I’ll do my best,” responded Penny, and arose.
Salt Sommers was waiting for her when she came out of the office. He was a tall, spare young man, with a deep scar down his left cheek. He talked nearly as fast as he walked.
“If you’re all set, let’s go,” he said.
Penny found herself three paces behind but she caught up with the photographer as he waited for the elevator.
“I’m taking Minny along,” Salt volunteered, holding his finger steadily on the signal bell. “May come in handy.”
“Minny?” asked Penny, puzzled.