“It’s coming down harder than ever,” he reported. “And we still have a long drive ahead of us.”
“Do you think we’ll reach our camp site tonight, Dad?” Penny inquired anxiously.
“We’ll be lucky to get to Sunset Beach. As for making camp, that’s out of the question.”
“Maybe it will stop raining soon,” Penny ventured hopefully.
Mr. Parker ordered dinner for the party and an hour was consumed in dining. The rain, however, showed no signs of slackening.
“We could go on—” Mr. Parker said thoughtfully. “Of course, the roads are slippery.”
“Oh, please let’s not venture out in this,” Mrs. Deline pleaded before Penny could speak. “I know I am being silly, but I’m so afraid of an accident. Once I was in a car that overturned and I’ve never forgotten it.”
“There’s no great hurry,” Mr. Parker replied. “If we can’t reach Sunset Beach tonight, I suppose we could stay here.”
Mrs. Deline did not comment upon the suggestion, but from the way she smiled, Penny was sure that the idea appealed to her. Taking her father aside, the girl urged him to try to drive on to Sunset Beach that night.
“Our vacation is so short, Dad. Even now we’ll lose almost a day in setting up camp.”