“What can we do?” Jane demanded. “If this isn’t a pickle!”
Miss Gordon consulted her watch. “It’s well past one o’clock,” she said. “I can’t think Mr. Vincent would have expected us to wait so long. At any rate, all we can do now is to explain what happened.”
Rather reluctantly, the Brownies went on to meet their visitor.
Seeing the girls, Mr. Vincent came quickly down the stairway.
“Am I late for luncheon?” he asked with a broad smile.
Then as the Brownies looked very unhappy indeed, he said quickly:
“To tell you the truth, I’ve had my meal. I didn’t think you would expect me.”
“But we did!” declared Connie in relief. “Only we thought you would come much earlier.”
“So we ate up all the food ourselves,” added Veve truthfully.
Mr. Vincent assured the girls that it did not matter in the least.