"Hello, Wally," June said.
"Hi, Mom. Where's the Beaver?" he asked, cutting a slice of cake.
"He's out with Richard and Gilbert. He should be back by the time your father gets back," June said.
"Mom, Eddie's coming over. He's bringing a friend who just moved into his neighborhood a couple days ago. He says it's a girl and wants me to meet her," Wally said.
"All right."
After his slice of cake was gone, Wally went upstairs to start on his homework. Once in his bedroom, Wally pulled out all the books he brought home with him. He decided to do math first. While working on the tenth problem, there was a knock at the door. Wally got up from his desk to answer the door.
He found Eddie and a girl at the door.
"Hi, Eddie," Wally said.
"Hi," the girl said to Wally.
"Hi. I heard about you from Eddie today at school," Wally said.
Wally looked at the girl. He saw Eddie was right that she was beautiful. He saw she had hazel eyes, long, thick red hair. That day she was wearing pink shoes that matched her light pink dress.
"That's a beautiful dress. The color fits you," Wally said.
"Thank you," the girl said.
"Wally, this is my new neighbor, Penny Carter. She'll be going to our school tomorrow," Eddie said.
"You will like it at Mayfield High, Penny. A lot of the kids in the senior class are pretty friendly," Wally told her.
"That's good to hear. Maybe we'll have some classes together. I am in most classes with Eddie so he can show me around," Penny said.
Wally liked Penny right away. He thought she wounded pleasant.
"I've got to get going. I have to help my mom with dinner tonight," Penny said.
Wally liked Penny right away. He thought she wounded pleasant.
"I've got to get going. I have to help my mom with dinner tonight," Penny said.
"I'll see you in school. It was nice meeting you, Penny," Wally said as he watched Eddie leave with Penny.
June watched Eddie and Penny walk to the front door.
"It was nice meeting you, Penny," June said.
"It was nice meeting you too, Mrs. Cleaver," Penny said as she followed Eddie out of the door.
