“I’ve been busy finding you a new position,” chuckled Penny. “Starting tomorrow morning, you’re to work for Peter Fenestra instead of us.”
In the act of locking the cottage door, Mrs. Weems turned to face the girl.
“Penny,” she said, “I am tired tonight and in no mood for your jokes.”
“This isn’t a joke, Mrs. Weems. I really do want you to change jobs with Tillie Fellows. You remember I told you about her.”
Not giving the housekeeper an opportunity to speak, she rapidly outlined her plan.
“Early tomorrow morning I’ll drive you to Fenestra’s farm,” she ended gleefully. “You’re to knock on the door, and say you’re looking for a job at very low wages. Fenestra will be so desperate he’ll welcome you with open arms. Then as soon as he’s off his guard you learn what is hidden in the storm cave.”
“How lovely,” said Mrs. Weems. “I’ve listened to your crazy schemes for years, Penny, but this one takes the prize!”
“You’ll do it, won’t you?”
“I certainly will not.” The housekeeper spoke with biting emphasis.
“Oh, Mrs. Weems,” Penny moaned. “You don’t realize how much this means to me! If only you’ll go there, I may be able to get a wonderful scoop for the Weekly Times.”