“How would you get up to your tree house?” scoffed Jane. “Fly like the birds?”
“Oh, my brownie would build a stairway around the tree trunk. He’d take care of everything!”
“You need a carpenter, not a brownie!” laughed Connie. “Some boys in our neighborhood once built a tree house. It wasn’t very sturdy though and fell down when a strong wind came along.”
“A tree house would be grand,” declared Sunny. “Oh, wouldn’t it be heavenly if the Brownies—us, I mean—had a place of our very own up in that oak?”
“Let’s all wish hard for it!” proposed Veve, fired by her own imagination. “Maybe—who knows—it might come true!”
“Are you crazy?” demanded Jane scornfully. “You know very well wishes hardly ever come true.”
“Well, they could!” Veve insisted.
“Let’s all wish,” urged Sunny. “What’s the difference? Even if it doesn’t come true, it won’t do any harm.”
“It’s silly,” Jane argued.
Sunny and Veve refused to be turned aside. To humor them, the other girls said they would join in making the wish.