Part 28 (2/2)

Van Cleve,” he said, ”the deal already has been completed. I have tried to remain patient, but really this is too much.”

On the table lay several typewritten papers. Clipped neatly to the uppermost one, was the cheque endorsed by Mrs. Van Cleve. Mr. Blake reached to take possession of it, but his move was deliberate. Acting impulsively, Penny darted forward and seized the bit of paper. To the horror of everyone in the tent, she tore the cheque into a dozen pieces and tossed them into the air.

”There!” she announced, a trifle stunned by her own act.

”Penelope, you shouldn't have done that,” Mrs. Van Cleve reproved, but she smiled faintly.

”You are an outrageous child!” Mr. Blake exclaimed, losing his temper.

”What do you expect to accomplish by such a stupid trick? Mrs. Van Cleve will merely write out another cheque.”

”Well, under the circ.u.mstance, it might be better to wait,” the club woman demurred. ”I really shouldn't have acted without consulting Mr.

Parker.”

”Unless the transaction is completed now I shall have nothing to do with the dedication,” Mr. Blake declared. ”I shall decline to make my speech.”

Penny's broad grin made it clear that she thought the loss would not be a great one.

”Furthermore, I shall ask that my recent donation be returned,” Mr. Blake resumed severely. ”I shall withdraw this property for sale--”

”_You_ will withdraw it!” Penny caught him up. ”I thought you merely were acting as the agent for Benjamin Bowman!”

”I mean I shall make such a suggestion to him,” the real estate man amended.

Penny waited anxiously for Mrs. Van Cleve's decision. To her relief, the society woman seemed annoyed by the att.i.tude Mr. Blake had taken.

”I am sorry,” she said coldly. ”If you don't wish to make the dedication speech, we will manage to do without your services. As for the cheque, I cannot make out another until I have discussed the situation with Mr.

Parker.”

The argument went on, but Penny did not remain to hear it. Louise took her forcibly by the arm, fairly pulling her outside the tent.

”Haven't you caused enough trouble?” she demanded disapprovingly. ”Such a mess as everything is in now!”

”I don't care,” Penny replied. ”I saved the Camp Fund money. Mrs. Van Cleve was glad I tore up the cheque too! She just didn't dare say so.”

”There will be no dedication. What will everyone think?”

Disconsolately, Louise gazed toward the area which had been roped off for cars. Although it was half an hour before the formal program was to start, hundreds of persons had arrived. On a platform, built especially for the occasion, an orchestra played spritely selections. There were picnic tables and a stone fireplace for outdoor cooking.

As the girls wandered slowly toward the river, a bus loaded with orphans arrived from the Riverview Home. With shrieks of laughter, the children swarmed over the grounds, taking possession of swings, sand pile, and slides.

”It seems a pity,” Louise remarked again.

By ten o'clock the grounds were jammed with visitors. Penny knew that her father must have arrived for the exercises, but although she searched everywhere, she could not find him. In roving about, she did meet Mr.

Blake, who pretended not to see her.

How matters had been arranged, the girls did not know. However, promptly at ten-thirty, the dedication exercises began, exactly as scheduled. Mr.

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