“Let me call Doctor Barnell.”
“Indeed not,” Mrs. Weems remonstrated. “I’ll be all right tomorrow.”
Penny brewed a cup of tea and made the housekeeper as comfortable as she could. By the time she had eaten a snack and washed the dishes it was eight o’clock. Debating a long while, she went to the telephone and summoned a cab.
“Number 20476,” she requested.
Penny was zipping on her galoshes when the doorbell rang. Without giving her time to answer it, Louise Sidell marched into the kitchen bearing a freshly baked lemon pie.
“Mother sent this over,” she explained. “I slipped on the ice coming over and nearly had a catastrophe!”
Carefully Louise deposited the pie on the kitchen table. Cutting short Penny’s praise of it, she inquired alertly: “Going somewhere?”
Penny explained that she intended to motor to the Harrison estate.
“Not alone?” Louise demanded.
“I’ll have to, I guess. Mrs. Weems is sick, so I can’t take her along.”