“We will not speak to her of the matter until Mr. Vincent definitely instructs us to present his offer,” she decided. “This is a case in which too much haste might ruin everything.”
Dismissing Mrs. Myles temporarily from their thoughts, the girls hiked once more to their tree house deep in the woods.
“I wonder if Mr. Vincent put a lock on the door for us?” Connie speculated as they reached the big oak tree.
“He’s doing that tomorrow,” Miss Gordon answered. “When I talked with him yesterday, he told me he had been too busy with other work to get around to it.”
“Then I guess we have no surprises in store for today,” Connie said, as she started up the stairway.
Veve had gone on ahead. “Yes, we have too!” she shouted.
In a moment the other Brownies saw what the little girl meant.
A tiny stove had been set up in the playhouse. The pipe was in and everything appeared in readiness for a fire. Beside the stove was a neat pile of wood and kindling.
“Oh, do you suppose Mr. Vincent did this?” Veve cried.
“It’s possible,” admitted Miss Gordon. “He didn’t say a word about it yesterday though when I talked to him about Mrs. Myles.”