“Peter Peebles. You remember Mr. Peebles, don’t you?”

Emmy grimaced. She remembered him, all right. He was the lawyer who had helped Miss Barmy draw up the papers she had tried to get Emmy’s parents to sign—papers that would have sent Emmy to the Home for Troubled Girls, and given Miss Barmy total control if Emmy’s parents died.

“Now, child, don’t make a face. You know that Mr. Peebles was tricked right along with your parents.”

Emmy nodded politely. But deep down, she couldn’t help feeling that anyone who would help a person like Miss Barmy had to have something wrong with him.

“And don’t you worry about that horrible Miss Barmy, either,” said Maggie. “She’s long gone and far away, and she’s not likely to bother you ever again.”