“Open it quick!” urged Connie.
“What does it say?” demanded Jane, forgetting that she ever had teased Veve about being silly.
The stone obviously had been tossed from the cliff a short distance behind the oak tree.
Miss Gordon gazed quickly in that direction. However, the face of the cliff was covered with cedar and scrub trees. She could see no one hiding there.
“Here, give me that paper!” Eileen exclaimed, trying to take it from Veve. “Your hand is shaking so you can’t unwrap it.”
Veve, however, had gained a grip upon herself. Quickly, she unrolled the paper.
“It is a message for us!” she cried. “It is!”
“Read it, can’t you?” pleaded Jane.
“‘To the little girl who believes in brownies,’” Veve began, her voice shaky. “‘Return to this same tree two days from today and who knows? Your wish may be fulfilled.’”
“Well, can you beat that?” Jane muttered.