Pennington smiled at Rodney Sayre’s alarmed expression.
“Don’t worry,” he advised. “I don’t know Emily as you do, but I do know her in some ways that perhaps you don’t. You see, she and my wife are very intimate friends—oh, they have their little scraps, but they’re real chums. And the crazy schemes those two girls can cook up would knock you silly. Why, last year, they went down to Atlantic City for a week, and Emily pretended she was married, and Polly pretended she wasn’t. They just changed names. And the tangle it made!”
“Did Emily really do that?”
“Yes, but don’t take it too seriously. She’ll tell you all about it.”
“Of course she will. She’s wild and wilful, but she’s honest and truthful at heart.”
“You bet she is. So’s Polly, but somehow the two of them seem possessed to cut up
