“The brownies,” chuckled Jane. “Wasn’t that what you said, Veve?”
“I was only joking. I don’t really believe in them. You have to admit though, that it’s queer so many nice things keep happening to us.”
“It wasn’t nice the way those mean boys broke into our playhouse,” Sunny declared. “I do wish we had a lock on the door.”
Of the opinion that Sam Vincent never would arrive for luncheon, the girls cleared away the remains of the meal. Paper napkins and plates were burned and refuse dropped in a can provided for the purpose.
Finally, when everything was spic and span, the girls started back to the tree house.
The six were trotting along the trail ahead of Miss Gordon when from somewhere to the left, they heard a strange cry.
For a moment the girls thought that the sound had been made by an animal. Then they were certain that it was a human cry.
“What was that?” Rosemary asked uneasily, pausing to listen.
“I thought it sounded as if someone were shouting,” declared Jane.
“It was a woman’s voice,” insisted Veve.