Excerpt
AN OLD HOUSE
At her desk in the assembly room of Riverview High School, Penny Parker sat poised for instant flight. Her books had been stacked away, and she awaited only the closing bell to liberate her from a day of study.
“Now don’t forget!” she whispered to her chum, Louise Sidell, who occupied the desk directly behind. “We start for the old Marborough place right away!”
The dismissal bell tapped. Penny bolted down the aisle and was one of the first to reach the door. However, hearing her name called, she was forced to pause.
“Penelope, will you wait a moment please?” requested the teacher in charge of assembly.
“Yes, Miss Nelson,” Penny dutifully responded, but she shot her chum a glance of black despair.
“What have you done now?” Louise demanded in an accusing whisper.
“Not a thing,” muttered Penny. “About ten minutes ago I clipped Fred Green with a paper ball, but I don’t think she saw me.”
“Get out of it as fast as you can,” Louise urged. “Unless we start for the Marborough place within half an hour we’ll have to postpone the trip.”
While the other pupils filed slowly from the room, Penny slumped back into her seat. She was a tall, slim girl with mischievous blue eyes which hinted of an active mind. Golden hair was accented by a brown sweater caught at the throat with a conspicuous ornament, a weird looking animal made of leather.
“Penelope, I don’t suppose you know why I asked you to remain,” observed the teacher, slowly coming down the aisle.
“Why, no, Miss Nelson.” Penny was far too wise to make damaging admissions.
“I want to talk to you about Rhoda Wiegand.”
“About Rhoda?” Penny echoed, genuinely surprised. The girl was a new student at Riverview, somewhat older than the members of her class, and lived in a trailer camp at the outskirts of the city.
Miss Nelson seated herself at a desk opposite Penny, thus indicating that she meant the talk to be friendly and informal.
“Penelope,” she resumed, “you are president of the Palette Club. Why has Rhoda never been taken in as a member? She is one of our most talented art students.”
“Some of the girls don’t seem to like Rhoda very well,” Penny answered, squirming uncomfortably. “We did talk about taking her into the club, but nothing came of it.”
“As president of the organization, couldn’t you arrange it?”
“I suppose so,” Penny admitted, frowning thoughtfully.
“Why do the girls dislike Rhoda?”
“There doesn’t seem to be any special reason for it.”
“Her poverty, perhaps?”
“I don’t think it’s that,” Penny defended the club members. “Rhoda is so quiet that the girls have never become acquainted with her.”
“Then I suggest that they make an immediate effort,” Miss Nelson ended the interview. “The Palette Club has no right to an existence unless it welcomes members with real art talent.”
A group of girls awaited Penny when she reached the locker room. They eagerly plied her with questions as to why she had been detained by the teacher....