“I’ll hate to give up this darling little tree house,” she remarked one day to Veve. “Were having such grand times.”
“You can come back to visit the troop next year,” Veve assured her.
“It won’t be quite the same though,” Eileen said wistfully. “I wish before I become a Girl Scout that we could solve the mystery of the identity of the person who gave us this house.”
“Is that a real wish, Eileen?”
“Yes, it is. I hope it comes true as some of the others have.”
“I’ll make the same wish,” declared Veve. “Maybe that will help make it come true.”
“I have another wish too,” added Eileen after a moment.
“It has nothing to do with this tree house—or not directly. I wish we could help Mrs. Myles.”
“All the Brownies feel that way. I don’t know why Miss Gordon never has taken us to her house again.”