“Now that they’ve gone, we can have a lot of fun,” urged another boy. “We’ll really make that tree house into a mess!”
“Afterwards, let’s mix up some more park signs,” his companion proposed. “And then tear off tags from the trees.”
“Okay, only it will be too bad if old Karwhite catches us!”
“He won’t,” the older boy said confidently. “Not that fat old duck! He can’t run worth a cent.”
The four passed very close to the clump of bushes where the Brownie Scouts lay hidden. Veve was tempted to reach out and grasp one of the boys by the leg, but instead she kept very quiet.
Never dreaming that they were being watched, the four boys climbed the stairway to the tree house.
On the balcony they halted to stare in astonishment at the sign which the Brownies had tacked on the door.
“Hey, what’s this!” exclaimed one of the boys.
He read the message aloud, and his companions all hooted.
They considered it a great joke that the Brownie Scouts would tack up a sign requesting them not to trespass.