“I live not far from here,” explained Mr. Vincent. “At the first white house on the main highway after one passes the park entrance gate.”
“Oh, I know that place!” cried Connie, recalling the well-kept lawn.
“Suppose the Brownies come to my house tomorrow after school,” the carpenter suggested. “My wife will have two baskets of food ready to take to Mrs. Myles.”
“What if she refuses to accept them?” murmured Connie anxiously.
“That’s where the Brownies must use psychology. Ever hear of the word?”
“I guess it means getting folks to do something you want ’em to without letting ’em know they’re being twisted around your little finger!” chuckled Veve.
“I have an idea,” proposed Miss Gordon, who had listened attentively to the carpenter’s proposal. “The Brownies might act out the story of Little Red Riding Hood going through the woods to Grandmother’s house.”
“I want to be Red Riding Hood!” shouted Veve. “May I wear a red cape?”
“You don’t own a red cape,” cut in Jane. “But I do! I have a bright red rain cape, but it’s much too large for you!”
“We’ll decide later who is to be Red Riding Hood,” said Miss Gordon, settling the argument before it was well started.