The more she
thought about her having left these irresponsible harebrains
unprotected and undirected for three days, the less she was able
to account for her action. It seemed to her that she must have
been a little flighty; but, shaking her head grimly, she decided
that flightiness was not a good excuse. And she made up her mind
that if, upon her arrival, she found poor little neglected Penrod
(and Margaret and Mr. Schofield) spared to her, safe and sound,
she would make up to them--especially to Penrod--for all her lack
of care in the past, and for this present wild folly of spending
three whole days and nights with her sister, far away in Dayton,
Illinois. Consequently, when Mrs. Schofield descended from that
train, she wore the hurried but determined expression that was
always the effect upon her of a guilty conscience.
"You're SURE Penrod is well now?" she repeated, after Mr.
Schofield had seated himself at her side in a vehicle known to
its driver as a "deepoe hack".
"'Well NOW?'" he said. "He's been well all the time. I've told
you twice that he's all right.
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