"That is an obstacle that soon can be vanquished. I am a good spender, and I will soon make way with all I have. I am looking for a good investment. Mr. Kingdon or Jo or some one told me Westcott's was for sale. You see, we might run it fifty-fifty. I could buy it and you run it." "I can't, Pen," he said desperately. She made no reply. The car whipped round the curves. She was watching the long efficient hands gripping the wheel. Then she stole a glance at his grim, thrust-forward profile. She felt that something must be done and she was a believer in the power of action over words. She scanned the side of the road keenly for a way, and when she recognized the memorable little clump of trees, she spoke in plaintive tone. "Aren't we going to stop at all, Mr. Sheriff Man?" Instinctively he stopped the car. She climbed out and went toward the trees. As in a dream he mechanically followed her. "Do you remember our camping place that night?" she asked. "Do I remember? If you knew how I battled with my best and strongest feeling that night!" "Kurt, you know in the library at Top Hill last night--no, night before last, you asked me something. I didn't answer. I will answer now. Kurt, I love you! Now will you ask me--the rest of it?" "Penelope!" "Oh! You do--care--Kurt. Your mother's name!" THE END. [Transcriber's Note: Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters' errors; otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent.] [Transcriber's Note: Images of the book's original dust jacket.] [Illustration: Dust Jacket Front] [Illustration: Dust Jacket Back] End of Project Gutenberg's Penny of Top Hill Trail, by Belle Kanaris Maniates