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By ELAINE STERNE CARRINCTON
For further adventures of Pepper, tune in the daily broadcasts of Pepper Young's Family, on NSC Red at 3:00 and NBC Blue at 10:30, sponsored by Procter and Gamble.
THROUGH the open door way Pepper Young regarded his family belligerently. Not that he had any fault to find with his family. He had not. The group they presented to the eye was a pleasant one.
Dinner being over they had drifted back to the living room. Mrs. Young settled herself in her low rocker, on the arm of which swung a full bag of darning.
Peggy, blonde, curlyhaired, and blue-eyed, sank down languidly on the couch, feet curled under her, chin on her hand, gazing intently into the fire, fancying as she did so, that she resembled, strikingly, her favorite film star of the moment.
Mr. Young strolled over to the writing desk and, after rummaging around for paper and an envelope, began a letter.
All this Pepper observed from the doorway, scowling. The scowl was merely a ruse to bolster his own courage. For Pepper had plans for the evening.
Suddenly, since no one looked up or seemed even aware of him standing grim and menacing in the doorway, he altered his tactics. Cloaking himself in an air of elaborate indifference, he sauntered into the room. Idly he flipped the pages of a magazine which lay on the table. Sighing deeply, he wandered to the window and stood there, looking out, with his hands in his pockets. As he looked, he teetered back and forth on his heels. A sideways glance assured him that, so far, nobody in the room had paid even the slightest attention to him