“I like mystery as well as you, but you know Mrs. Marborough won’t care to have us interfere in her private affairs.”
“Probably not,” Penny conceded. “Oh, well, we can forget all about it if that’s the way you feel.”
“How could we learn anything without provoking Mrs. Marborough?”
“I know of no way,” Penny admitted. “In fact, she’ll probably be irritated when I rap on her door again.”
Louise followed her chum down the path toward the house.
“Ought we bother Mrs. Marborough now?” she asked in mild protest. “She may think we have been spying on her.”
“Which of course we never would consider doing,” Penny chuckled.
Paying no heed to Louise, she boldly clomped across the veranda and knocked on the door. The girls did not have long to wait. In a moment Mrs. Marborough appeared, looking decidedly flustered and nervous.
“Who is it?” she asked sharply, and then recognized the girls. “Oh, I see!”
“Mrs. Marborough, do excuse us,” Penny began hastily. “I’ve learned something which I feel sure you’ll wish to hear.”