Penny stopped the car beneath a large maple tree. Immediately three small children who had been playing close by, rushed up to greet Rhoda. Their hands and faces were very dirty, frocks unpressed and torn, and their hair appeared never to have made contact with comb or brush.
“Are these the Breen youngsters?” inquired Louise.
“Yes,” Rhoda answered, offering no apology for the way the children looked. “This is Betty, who is seven. Bobby is five, and Jean is our baby.”
Penny and Louise had no intention of remaining at the camp, but before they could drive away, Mrs. Breen stepped from the trailer. She came at once to the car, and Rhoda introduced her.
“I’ve always told Rhoda to bring her friends out here, but she never would do it,” the woman declared heartily. “Come inside and see our trailer.”
“We really should be going,” Penny demurred. “I told our housekeeper I’d be right back.”
“It will only take a minute,” Mrs. Breen urged. “I want you to meet my husband—and there’s Ted.”
The woman had caught a glimpse of a tall young man as he moved hastily around the back side of the trailer.
“Oh, Ted!” she called shrilly. “Come here and meet Rhoda’s friends!”
“Don’t bother about it, Mrs. Breen,” Rhoda said in embarrassment. “Please.”