“I have my own lesson troubles,” responded Louise. “I’m wading up to my neck in Latin, and the next monthly quiz is certain to drown me.”
“Teachers have no consideration,” sighed Penny. “None at all.”
Gathering up her school books, she bade Louise good-bye and left the office. On the stairway she met Old Horney.
“I’ve made my list,” he said, offering it to her. “I figure we can’t get out the paper with less than this.”
Penny glanced at the paper and slipped it into her purse.
“I’ll get the things somehow,” she promised. “By the way, there’s a roll of paper on the loading dock.”
“I’ve already hauled ’er in,” replied Old Horney. “Any other jobs for me?”
“No, you seem to be one jump ahead,” laughed Penny.
They descended the stairway together, the steps creaking beneath their weight. There was a different look to Old Horney, Penny thought, stealing a glance at him. His hair had been cut and his face was clean-shaven. Work had given him a new outlook, a desire to recover his self respect.
“I suppose you knew Matthew Judson rather well?” she remarked reflectively.