“Move out of here and let me work,” her father retorted.
Penny went to the photographic department and made her requirements known.
“I’ll wait for the ring,” she announced. “You don’t catch me trusting you boys with any jewelry.”
While the picture was being taken Salt came by with several damp prints in his hand.
“Take a look at this one, Penny,” he said proudly. “Mrs. Kippenberg wielding a wicked plate. Will she burn up when she sees it on the picture page?”
“She will, indeed,” agreed Penny. “Nice going.”
When the ring had been returned to her she slipped it into her pocket and left the newspaper office. Her next stop was at a corner hamburger shop where she fortified herself with two large sandwiches.
“That ought to hold me until the dinner bell rings,” she thought. “And now to pay my honest debts.”
A trolley ride and a short walk brought Penny to the home of her chum, Louise Sidell. As she came within sight of the front porch she saw her friend sitting on the steps, reading a movie magazine. Louise threw it aside and sprang to her feet.
“Oh, Penny, I’m glad you came over. I telephoned your house and Mrs. Weems said you had gone away somewhere.”