“No!” answered Penny fiercely.
“It would be a far more sensible arrangement.”
“But I don’t want to be sensible,” Penny argued. “We’ve planned on this trip for weeks, Dad.”
“Oh, all right, if that’s the way you feel about it,” he gave in willingly enough. “Only I never did care much for the rough and tumble life myself. Are we ready to start?”
“Just a minute,” Penny requested. “I have to get my pocketbook from the house.”
She went indoors, her face as dark as a summer rain cloud. Mrs. Weems and Louise followed her in, corraling her in the kitchen.
“Now Penny, just a word of advice,” the housekeeper cautioned. “Mrs. Deline seems like a very nice woman. I trust that you’ll be pleasant to her.”
“I don’t see why Dad had to invite her! It’s ruined everything!”
“Aren’t you being selfish?”
“Maybe I am,” said Penny. “But why should I be crammed back with the pots and pans and luggage while she sits up front with Dad?”