Mr. Karwhite had been working at his accounts. Seeing the girls, he regarded them in astonishment.
“Come quickly, Mr. Karwhite!” Veve urged, tugging at his hand.
“Why, what is wrong? Is anyone hurt?”
“Oh, no!” Jane assured him. “It’s those horrid boys. They’re wrecking our tree house.”
“They are, eh?” demanded the park superintendent. Before leaving the gate house, he equipped himself with a stout stick which he kept handy behind the door.
“Hurry, Mr. Karwhite,” Veve urged, as she and Jane led the way.
The boys had been right in saying that the park superintendent could not run very fast. The two girls had to slow their pace so as not to outdistance him.
Upon reaching the oak tree, Veve and Jane found that Miss Gordon was having difficulty in restraining the other Brownies. It had been very hard for them to remain on the ground, knowing that the four boys were inside the tree house.
“They tore down the curtains!” Rosemary informed the park superintendent. “We saw them do it.”
“And they threw some of the wood over the balcony railing!” added Eileen. “Get them quick, Mr. Karwhite.”