“You’re too impatient,” Veve chided her. “I’m not going to be the first Brownie to quit. No, sir!”
“Who is quitting?” Jane demanded crossly. “I just said I was tired—that’s all.”
To make the waiting period pass more quickly, the girls watched the birds. They played a game of identifying trees, flowers and plants within their range of vision.
Finally Veve became deeply interested in watching what went on in an ant hill.
“Look at ’em go!” she exclaimed, scraping sand from the top of the mound.
“Quiet, you dope!” warned Jane, punching her hard in the ribs.
Veve listened intently. She could hear light steps on the trail.
“Someone’s coming!”
“Sure,” whispered Jane. “Be quiet. Or do you want to give everything away?”
On the opposite side of the path, Miss Gordon and the Brownies also had heard the sound of shuffling feet through dry leaves. Flattening themselves on the ground, the girls quietly waited.