“Tell me all about this interesting stone which was found at the Gleason farm,” she commanded, as the car started down the street.
“Nothing to tell except what was in the paper,” Jerry shrugged. “The rock has some writing on it, supposedly similar to early Elizabethan script. And there are a few Indian characters.”
“How could such a stone turn up at Riverview?”
“Carl Gleason found it while he was plowing a field. Apparently, it had been in the ground for many years.”
“I should think so if it bears Elizabethan writing!” Penny laughed. “Why, that would date it practically in Shakespeare’s time!”
“It’s written in the style used by the earliest settlers of this country,” Jerry said defensively. “You know, before we had radios and automobiles and things, this land of ours was occupied by Indians.”
“Do tell!” Penny teased.
“The natives camped all along the river, and there may have been an early English settlement here. So it’s perfectly possible that such a stone could be found.”
“Anyway, I am curious to see it,” Penny replied.
The car drew up before a large stone building with Doric columns. Climbing a long series of steps to the front door, Penny and Jerry entered the museum through a turnstile.