Penny turned to make certain that Mrs. Weems was beyond hearing.
“Don’t worry about that, Lou,” she whispered. “Mrs. Deline’s already in my hair. What I’m really worried about is keeping her from building a nest in it!”
CHAPTER
2
STORMY WEATHER
For an hour the Parker car had rolled smoothly along the paved road enroute to Sunset Beach. In the back seat, firmly wedged between boxes and suitcases, Penny squirmed and suffered.
“How much farther, Dad?” she inquired, interrupting an animated conversation he was having with Mrs. Deline.
“Oh, about fifty miles,” Mr. Parker tossed over his shoulder. “We can’t make much time at thirty-five an hour.”
“How about lunch somewhere along the road?”
“Well, should we take the time?” the publisher asked. He turned toward his companion. “What do you think, Mrs. Deline?”
“Picnics always seemed stupid to me,” she replied in a bored manner. “Perhaps we’ll find a nice tea house along the way.”
“But Mrs. Weems prepared such a good lunch,” Penny argued. “I thought—”