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No, Jane would not tell Iantha. It was the Penderwick Family Honor, after all. Jane would never break the Family Honor. "Iantha," she said slowly, "do you think that-"

But before Jane could finish, Skye came out of the bathroom. Jane and Iantha turned toward her. Skye stared at Iantha. "I'm sorry," she muttered and sprinted up the stairs.

Jane looked past her. "Well, at least she came out. I'll go console her."

Iantha frowned. Should she let Jane try to talk it out with Skye unattended? Skye would probably blow up at Jane. But something like this must've happened before she came into their lives, right? But now she could intervene. That was her best option. She raced up the stairs, almost running into Rosalind at the top. "What's the rush?" Rosalind asked.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure Skye is about to lose her temper at Jane," Iantha replied.

Rosalind looked at Iantha in bewilderment. "Really? Jane told me she was going to work on a Sabrina Starr story when she came up the stairs just now."

Iantha looked at the oldest Penderwick sister in disbelief. "Well, something definitely isn't adding up here."

The two of them crept to the door of Jane and Skye's room. The room was silent except for the scratching of pencils. Rosalind looked into the room casually. Skye was engrossed in her new algebra book. Jane was writing furiously in the famous blue notebook. Iantha peered in as well. Neither sister took notice of them. Rosalind and Iantha headed downstairs. As soon as they were out of earshot, Iantha began to explain. She told Rosalind everything without hesitation. Rosalind was older and Iantha knew she could confide in her. No less than half an hour passed when the sound of Jane's footsteps racing down the stairs added to the sound of their voices.

"I'm writing a new Sabrina Starr story!" Jane called cheerfully. "This time she doesn't know who or what she's rescuing! She is left a mysterious note written in code and must dwell on the hidden meanings!"

"That sounds fascinating, dear," Iantha grinned at the young writer.

"And the code is musical notes! Musical notes go up to F or H... I can't remember."

"They go up to G," Rosalind told her sister.

"Thank you for your contribution!" Jane exclaimed. "That was exactly what I needed!"

And with that, she raced back up the stairs.

"Someone's a bit distracted today," Rosalind commented dryly.

"That may well be a good thing," Iantha said, feeling relieved.

Little did they know that Jane was actually focused on the problem. She just had her own Jane Letitia Penderwick way of solving things.

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