“Which makes me all the more determined to see one!”
“I have a hunch he’ll turn you away if you call at the monastery again. Why don’t you forget the place, Penny?”
“I should say not! I have an idea—it just came to me!”
“I suppose you’ll sneak back at night or something equally as dramatic,” teased Louise.
Penny plucked an icicle from a roadside bush, nibbling at it thoughtfully as she replied: “Only as a last resort. No, I’ll drop in at the newspaper office and get Mr. DeWitt, the city editor, to assign me to do a feature story on the ceremony tonight. If I officially represent the Riverview Star, Father Benedict can’t so easily turn me away.”
The girls had reached the car. Stowing their skiing equipment, they motored rapidly toward the city.
“What did you think of Old Julia?” Penny inquired as they neared Louise’s home. “Especially her remark about the canopied bed in the chapel?”
“Whoever heard of a bed of any kind in a chapel?” Louise scoffed. “She’s dizzy, that’s all.”
“From a map Mr. Eckenrod showed me, I know the chapel is just off the cloister above the crypt,” Penny recalled, switching on the windshield wiper to clear the glass of melting snow. “I suppose it could have been converted into a bedroom.”
“I don’t think her remark meant a thing. She mumbles most of the time.”