“For the present, I may. Much depends upon how a certain project turns out.”
Penny and Louise waited hopefully, but Mrs. Marborough said no more. Changing the subject, she inquired about Rhoda Wiegand and the other members of the Palette Club.
“I like young people,” she declared brightly. “Do tell your friends to come to Rose Acres whenever they wish.”
“A rather strange thing occurred yesterday,” Penny said suddenly. “Rhoda made a wish here at the well, and it came true.”
“What was the wish?” the old lady inquired with curiosity.
“That the people with whom she lives might have more food. Two baskets were left at the trailer camp. Louise and I were responsible for one of them, but we can’t account for the other.”
“Very interesting,” Mrs. Marborough commented. “In years past, a great many wishes which were made here, apparently came true. So I can’t say that I am surprised.”
“To what do you attribute it?” Louise asked quickly.
“Chance perhaps,” Mrs. Marborough smiled. “One cannot explain such things.”
A chill, penetrating wind blew from the direction of the river. Shivering, Louise drew her jacket collar closer about her neck, remarking rather pointedly that the weather was turning colder. Even then, Mrs. Marborough did not suggest that the girls enter the house. A moment later, however, she excused herself and went inside, leaving them alone in the garden.