“Okay,” Dot agreed, “and I feel a lot better, knowing May’s in on it.”
“Good. When do you think you can go up there?”
“Right after breakfast,” Dot said. “I’ll phone you by three this afternoon—that’s six in New York. Will you be there?”
“You bet!” Peggy said. “And thanks a million, Dot!”
Peggy replaced the phone and turned to her friends. “We’ll have whatever answers Dot can dig up today. She’ll phone us by six. That is, if she doesn’t go back to sleep again.”
“And if I know our Dot,” Greta commented, “that’s a darned big ‘if.’”
XII
Which Way to Go?
But Dot was as good as her word, and as resourceful as Peggy and her friends had hoped she would be. The call came through on time, the information was complete and accurate. Peggy put down the phone, turned to the expectant faces of Amy, Greta, and May, and slowly sat down as if in a daze.
“Wow!” she said quietly.
“What is it?” the girls asked in chorus.