“Get up, Lou!” she ordered pleasantly. “We’ve overslept.”
“Oh, it’s still night,” Louise grumbled, trying to snuggle beneath the covers again.
Penny stripped off all the blankets and pulled her chum from the bed. “It’s only so dark because it’s raining,” she explained. “Anyway, I have something important to tell you.”
As the girls dressed in the cold bedroom, Penny told Louise of the telephone conversation she had heard the previous night.
“Mrs. Lear was talking to Silas Malcom I’m sure,” she concluded. “And about us too! She said we’d handle very easily.”
Louise’s eyes opened a trifle wider. “Then you figure Silas Malcom intended to get us here on purpose!”
“I’m beginning to think so.”
“But why?”
“Don’t ask me,” Penny said with a shrug. “These Valley folk aren’t simple by any means! Unless we watch our step they may take us for a merry ride.”
“Not with the Headless Horseman, I hope,” Louise chuckled. “Why don’t we go home this morning and forget the whole silly affair?”