“Magnificent!” declared Miss Gordon.
“At any rate, Mr. Karwhite decided to let it stay in the park when he saw that it was a good sturdy job. One thing that influenced him was the fine time you youngsters were having here.”
“Tell us how you were able to make so many of our other wishes come true,” urged Sunny. “Every time we asked for something—presto chango! There it was!”
“Not quite presto chango!” laughed the carpenter. “I was curious to see how you liked the tree house, so I frequently hid in the bushes to overhear your comments. It pleased me to make a few of the wishes come true.”
Connie asked Mr. Vincent if he were the one who had prepared a hot meal for the Brownies on the day they had invited him to lunch.
“Guilty,” he chuckled.
The Brownie Scouts told the carpenter again how well they liked the tree house and the many surprises.
“It wasn’t much,” he said, belittling his work. “The Brownies did far more for me by finding the lost money.”
The day had turned rather chilly following the brief rain. Mr. Vincent built a fire in one of the stone fireplaces of the park and everyone gathered about to warm themselves.
Some distance away, plainly visible in the old oak, could be seen the little tree house.