Now as Veve spoke, it so happened that the Brownie leader and several of the girls came up the stairway after being on a hike. Miss Gordon could not fail to hear the remark.
“Veve, I’m glad you mentioned Mrs. Myles,” she said. “I’ve held off going to her home because Mr. Vincent thought it might be better to wait a few days. Now a certain situation has arisen, so we’ll go there today.”
“Today?” demanded Eileen in pleased surprise.
“Yes, the date of the sheriff’s sale has been set. Something must be done soon if Mrs. Myles’ home is to be saved.”
“What does Mr. Vincent say we should do?” inquired Connie.
“He wants us to go to Mrs. Myles and offer her the money she needs. If she insists upon knowing who is giving it, then we must tell her. But only if she insists.”
“Let’s go now,” urged Sunny. “It’s getting late.”
“Yes, it is,” agreed Miss Gordon, preparing to lock the door of the tree house. “We have no time to lose.”
A brisk hike took the girls to the Myles home. In the gathering shadows of late afternoon, the tumble-down dwelling looked even more desolate than on the first occasion they had seen it.
“I don’t think this place is worth saving,” Jane muttered. “A good strong north wind would blow the house over.”