But her disappointment was almost greater the next morning. At breakfast Dad said, “Robin, when you go to Bridget’s this morning, I want you back in ten minutes. I’m riding into town with Mr. Criley today to pick up some equipment, and I want you to come along so we can get your work permit. Now that you’re twelve, you’re eligible for one. Pitting season will be starting in a week or two, and Mr. Criley wants every family in the Village to put as many hands in the shed as possible.” “Oh, Dad!” Robin had nothing against having a work permit, but today of all days to have to go into town! “Why do I have to have one? I’ve worked without one before.” Dad frowned. “Only because it was necessary,” he said. “It isn’t now.” Robin could tell there was no use arguing, and really, she knew that Dad was right. She had hated having to hide or pretend she wasn’t working if an inspector came around. But Palmeras House and the secret tunnel!
