THE
MYSTERY OF CENTRAL PARK.
CHAPTER I.
THE YOUNG GIRL ON THE BENCH.
"And that is your final decision?"
Dick Treadwell gazed sternly at Penelope Howard's downcast face, and waited for a reply.
Instead of answering, as good-mannered young women generally do, Penelope intently watched the tips of her russet shoes, as they appeared and disappeared beneath the edge of her gown, and remained silent. [7]
