Publisher's Synopsis
Bonnie Dundee stretched out a long and rather fine pair of legs, regarding the pattern of his dark-blue socks with distinct satisfaction; then he rested his black head against the rich upholstery of an armchair not at all intended for his use. His cheerful blue eyes turned at last-but not too long a last-to the small, upright figure seated at a typewriter desk in the corner of the office. "Good morning, Penny," he called out lazily, and good-humoredly waited for the storm to break. "Miss Crain-to you!" The flying fingers did not stop an instant, but Dundee noticed with glee that the slim back stiffened even more rigidly and that there was a decided toss of the brown bobbed head.
