Highly elated, Penny mounted the steps two at a time, bursting in upon Louise who was busy writing headlines.
“Got it!” she announced. “About six hundred pounds of paper. That should keep the Weekly going for awhile.”
“Here’s something to dampen your enthusiasm.” Louise thrust a letter toward her. “Another kick on that octopus tattoo story you wrote. A Mrs. Brown says she heartily disapproves of such outlandish tales, and that she’ll never buy another copy of the Times.”
“At least it proves my story attracted attention,” chuckled Penny. “Anything else while I was gone?”
“Yes, Mrs. Weems telephoned to ask that you come to the cottage as soon as possible. And that reminds me—the telephone bill. The company requires a month’s advance—”
“Never mind the bills,” interrupted Penny. “Did Mrs. Weems say anything about Anchor Joe?”
“He appears to be much better.”
“I’m glad of that. I suppose I should drive out to the cottage before it gets dark.”
“Run along. I’ll look after everything here.”
Penny swept her desk clear of papers and locked the drawers. “If you have any spare time you might see what you can do with my algebra assignment,” she suggested. “I missed every problem but one yesterday.”