"No, no, Bob! I must go in and tell them."
"Come on, then," said Bob, eagerly. "I don't care about the directorship. They're all white and shaking. I guess they are in a stew."
But still Pen did not move, and when Chloe came she sent her away, saying, "In a moment, in a moment!"
Then Bob had a brilliant idea.
"I say, Pen, I'll do it!"
"Do what?"
"I'll go in and tell 'em you've done it. It would be a lark!"
But Pen shook her head.
"No, I must, I will be brave. If a woman has ideas she must live up to them. I have done good so far. Are they not very much improved, Bob?"
"Some, I think," said Bob, carelessly. "But I dare say they'll go regular muckers now. Come on, Pen, I do want to see their jaws drop."