“My real purpose in coming was to see this wonderful tree house,” he announced. “I’ve already looked in, but I’d like a personally conducted tour.”
The Brownies were proud to show the carpenter their playhouse. He inspected every nook and corner, declaring that it was sturdily built and safe even in event of a severe wind storm.
“We know that!” laughed Connie ruefully. “The house is very snug. We need a lock on the door though, to keep mischievous boys away.”
“And a little stove to keep us warm,” added Veve, shivering in the chill wind.
“Both could be easily acquired,” the carpenter assured the girls. “Tell you what! I’ll see that a lock is put on the door.”
“Oh, fine!” shouted Jane. “I guess that will keep those boys out of our place!”
“And it will be another wish come true,” declared Veve. “First, we received this adorable tree house, and its furnishings. Then our dinner mysteriously appeared!”
“Mr. Vincent, you didn’t see anyone building a fire in the stone chimney near the rustic bridge, did you?” Rosemary inquired.
“Why, no,” the carpenter replied. He replied rather absently for he was carefully looking over the interior of the playhouse. “I think a little stove could be put in here very easily,” he told the girls. “It would be no trick to run the pipe up through the roof.”
“Then we’d be warm and cozy on the coldest days!” cried Connie. “We could use this house almost until the snow flies.”