“We don’t care who built it,” chortled Jane. “It’s ours to use, isn’t it?”
“I’m far from certain that it is,” replied the leader. “This is a public park you must remember.”
“Very few people come here, especially so late in the year.”
“All the same, I’m sure no one would have the right to put up a tree house without permission. Or for that matter to use it.”
The house had been built large enough so that all the Brownies and their leader could enter.
At first Miss Gordon would allow only two or three of the girls in the room at one time. As the house remained absolutely firm in the branches she finally permitted the others to join the group.
“Let’s eat our lunch here!” Connie proposed. “Oh, we’re going to have wonderful times!”
“Providing we’re allowed to use the playhouse,” Miss Gordon reminded her. “It’s a marvelous thing in a way—but I can’t understand how it came about.”
“The brownies,” laughed Veve.
“A very substantial brownie, I think,” said Miss Gordon. “Mr. Karwhite may know something about the matter. We’ll question him when we leave the park.”