Leaving the newspaper office, she dropped in at Foster’s Drugstore to perch herself on a counter stool.
“I’ll take a deluxe dose of Hawaiian Delight with whipped cream,” she told the soda fountain clerk.
“No pineapple,” he said sadly. “And no whipped cream.”
“Then make it a double chocolate malted.”
“We’re out of chocolate. Sorry.”
“Just bring me an empty dish and let me look at it for awhile,” Penny grinned.
“How about a nice vanilla sundae with crushed walnuts?” the clerk coaxed.
“Oh, all right,” Penny gave in. “And don’t spare the walnuts!”
She ate the ice cream leisurely and had finished the last spoonful when a young man breezed into the drugstore. Recognizing Jerry Livingston, Penny signaled frantically. Without seeing her, he dodged into a telephone booth. He slammed out again in a moment and sat down at the counter.
“Cup o’ Java and make it strong,” he ordered carelessly.