“The possibility occurred to me,” Miss Gordon admitted. “He seems very busy though. I doubt he would have time for such doings.”
“He didn’t act as if he knew anything about it either,” chimed in Veve.
The Brownies were equally certain that Mrs. Myles had played no part in the pleasant surprise. By now they were firmly convinced that she had none too much food herself.
“That’s why she tried to keep us from learning what she did with the sack,” Jane declared. “She was ashamed to have anyone know she gathered nuts for food.”
Presently, the Brownie Scouts came within view of the big oak tree.
Rosemary, who led the line of girls, was the first to see that someone stood on the balcony of the tree house.
“We have a visitor!” she informed the others.
“Oh, great toads!” exclaimed Veve, recognizing the man. “It’s Mr. Vincent!”
The Brownie Scouts were dumbfounded. With one accord, they halted on the trail to discuss the embarrassing situation.
“He’s here for lunch!” Connie said. “And all the food is eaten!”