“Nevertheless, it’s the only home Mrs. Myles has,” declared Miss Gordon. “What a pity she dislikes her brother so intensely. He could fix this place up for her if she would allow it.”
“Wonder why she will have nothing to do with him?” Connie speculated. “She must have a very good reason.”
“Mr. Vincent was careful not to tell us that part of the story,” remarked Eileen.
Before knocking on the front door, Miss Gordon advised the girls to let her do most of the talking.
“This mission is a most delicate one,” she said with a worried frown. “I’m not at all certain that we’ll be successful.”
Mrs. Myles seemed very pleased to see the Brownies and their leader again. Cordially she invited them into the kitchen.
Glancing around, the girls noticed that several boxes and barrels had been packed with dishes.
“Excuse the untidy appearance,” the widow apologized. “I’m packing a few things the bank has allowed me to keep out of the sale.”
Mrs. Myles spoke with forced brightness. The Brownies knew though, from the strained expression on her face, that she had suffered.
“It’s the sale that I came to discuss,” began Miss Gordon. “There need be none.”