“Mrs. Deline is your guest.”
“She’s Dad’s guest,” Penny corrected. “Furthermore, I suspect she invited herself.”
“Whatever you think, I hope you’ll keep your thoughts to yourself,” Mrs. Weems said severely. “I’m really ashamed of you.”
The deep scowl disappeared from Penny’s face and she laughed. Wrapping her arms about the housekeeper’s ample waist she squeezed until it hurt.
“I know I’m a spoiled brat,” she admitted. “But don’t worry. I’ll pretend to like Mrs. Deline if it kills me.”
“That’s much better, Penny. At any rate, you’ll not be troubled with her company long. You’ll reach Sunset Beach by nightfall.”
Penny made no reply. She turned to say goodbye to Louise.
“Wish you were going along,” she said wistfully. “A vacation won’t seem fun without you.”
A staccato toot of the auto horn reminded Penny that her father and Mrs. Deline were waiting. Hurriedly she gathered up her purse.
“Have a nice time,” Louise said, kissing her goodbye. “And don’t let Mrs. Deline get in your hair.”