“Then perhaps he was the one that got you into trouble.”
“He’s too stupid,” Sally dismissed the subject.
“I’m not so sure of that,” returned Penny thoughtfully.
The girls had reached the street and Sally’s bus was in sight.
“What will you do now?” Penny asked hurriedly. “Get a job at another factory?”
“I doubt it,” Sally replied, fishing in her pocketbook for a bus token. “I’ll help Pop on the River Queen. If I do take another job it won’t be until after the sailboat races.”
“I’d forgotten about that. When is the race?”
“The preliminary is in a few days—next Friday. The finals are a week later.”
“I hope you win,” said Penny sincerely. “I’ll certainly be on hand to watch.”
The bus pulled up at the curb. Swing-shift employes, arriving at the factory for work, crowded past the two girls. Impulsively Sally turned and squeezed Penny’s hand.