“I could get that story for you,” Penny said suddenly. “Why don’t you try me?”
Mr. Parker gazed at his daughter speculatively.
“Do you really think you could?”
“Of course.” Penny spoke with assurance. “Didn’t I bring in two perfectly good scoops for your old sheet?”
“You certainly did. Your Vanishing Houseboat yarn was one of the best stories we’ve published in a year of Sundays. And the town is still talking about Tale of the Witch Doll.”
“After what I went through to get those stories, a mere wedding would be child’s play.”
“Don’t be too confident,” warned Mr. Parker. “If Mrs. Kippenberg doesn’t alter her decision about reporters, the story may be impossible to get.”
“May I try?” Penny asked eagerly.
Mr. Parker frowned. “Well, I don’t know. I hate to send you so far, and then I have a feeling—”
“Yes, Dad?”