“I wish you never had started that paper. I declare, ever since you took over the old Press plant, you’ve done the wildest things.”
“This isn’t wild,” Penny argued. “It’s absolutely logical. I would try for the job myself only I know Fenestra wouldn’t give it to me. Besides, I am kept busy at the plant.”
“I refuse to play detective for you, Penny. That’s final.”
Completely downcast, Penny followed Mrs. Weems along the river trail. However, she had no intention of giving up so easily.
“Then if you won’t,” she remarked, “I must take Tillie to a charity home. She had intended to start working at our place.”
“The girl may spend the night with us, if you like. We have an extra room.”
“Tillie would never accept such a favor,” insisted Penny. “More than anything else she wants a job. Mrs. Weems, please reconsider—”
“It’s a crazy scheme!”
“No, it isn’t,” Penny refuted, and noting indications of weakening, launched into another lengthy argument.
Mrs. Weems drew a deep sigh. “I don’t know why I allow you to twist me around your finger the way you do.”