The Wishing Well
"What is?" inquired Louise impatiently.
"There's a lady's hat lying on the table!"
"It must be quite out of style by this time," Louise laughed.
"A new hat," Penny said with emphasis. "And a purse lying beside it!"
At the other side of the house, an outside door squeaked. Turning around, the group of girls stared almost as if they were gazing at a ghost. An old lady in a long blue silk dress with lace collar and cuffs, stepped out onto the veranda. She gazed beyond the girls toward Truman Crocker who leaned against a tree. Seeing the woman, he straightened to alert attention.
"If it ain't Priscilla Marborough!" he exclaimed. "You've come back!"
"I certainly have returned," the old lady retorted with no friendliness in her voice. "High time someone looked after this place! While I've been away, you seemingly have used my garden as a chicken run!"
"How did I