“Rain or shine we’ll have to hold the ceremonial,” Mrs. Davidson assured the girls.
All that week the girls worked very hard preparing for the affair. The tree house was given a thorough cleaning and everything put to right.
By Saturday, cookies and cakes had been baked ready to serve to the mothers. Brownie uniforms and ties also had been pressed and cleaned.
Several Girl Scouts and their leader planned to attend the ceremonial.
“Everyone will be here,” Eileen declared, her teeth chattering. “Oh, I’m so scared. I know I’ll forget my lines.”
“You will not,” comforted Connie, squeezing her hand. “Almost before you know it now, you’ll be a Girl Scout.”
“But being a Brownie was such fun, Connie. I almost think I don’t want to fly up.”
“Nonsense!” Connie laughed. “We’ll all join the Scouts before long. And you always may come back and visit our tree house.”
This assurance made Eileen feel much better.
Soon Miss Gordon, Mrs. Myles and many of the parents began to arrrive at the tree house.