Some of the Girl Scouts and the mothers did not care to return to the tree house since the investiture had been completed.
However, all of the Brownies, Eileen, Miss Gordon, Mrs. Myles and a few of the mothers braved the slippery path to have their refreshments.
Before leaving the tree house, Miss Gordon had taken care that all of the food was under cover. Some of the cushions had been overlooked.
As the group reached the base of the oak tree, Mrs. Myles noticed that the cross-stitch one which once had belonged to her, was thoroughly rain soaked.
“Oh, what a shame!” she exclaimed, picking it up from the ground. “The feathers must be aired or they will mat down.”
With a hairpin, Mrs. Myles ripped the covering of the pillow. Reaching in, she began to fluff the damp feathers.
“If these don’t dry out before I leave, I’ll take the pillow home—” she began.
Mrs. Myles did not complete what she had started to say.
Instead a most peculiar expression came over her face.
“Why, what is wrong, Mrs. Myles?” inquired Connie, who had been gathering up the other water-soaked pillows. She thought that perhaps the elderly woman suddenly had been taken ill.