The voices dropped to a murmur again and the Brownies heard no more of the conversation. A moment later, however, Mrs. Myles closed the door and returned to the girls.
Her face was flushed but she spoke brightly to cover her embarrassment and heart-break.
“We were speaking of—buttons?” she inquired.
“Groceries,” corrected Connie.
“Oh, yes, to be sure,” nodded Mrs. Myles. “Well, as I said, a check I’ve been expecting has failed to arrive. So, although I very much appreciate your offer, I can’t allow you to put yourselves to the trouble of assisting me with my shopping.”
As the Brownies started to protest that they would be glad to bring other baskets of food, Mrs. Myles firmly shook her head.
“No, my dears. I understand you are trying to help me, but no one can.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Please go now. I do not wish to be rude, but I have grievous troubles. I must be alone to try to think of a solution.”