“So would I. But I’m certain Dad won’t mind. Suppose we talk with Mrs. Comstock now.”

The girls went toward the parlor, intending to speak with the mistress of the house. Hearing voices within, they hesitated upon the threshold. Mrs. Comstock, her back turned, was talking in a low, tense tone to her husband.

“I tell you I’ll not send the girl away,” she said angrily. “She’s a good worker and I’m tuckered out trying to keep up this big place and take in tourists.”

“It’s dangerous to have anyone here, and you know it, Anna,” the man retorted. “Do you want us to get into trouble?”

He broke off abruptly, having noticed Louise and Penny in the doorway. The girls apologized for the intrusion, and mentioned their wish to remain for the night. Mrs. Comstock frowned and started to refuse, but . . . Read More