“I hardly know what to say,” replied Miss Gordon. “Before I give my answer, I must make inquiries. I do hope though, that this house is truly ours to use.”
Reluctantly, the girls trooped down from the tree house.
Once on the ground, they stood for a moment, gazing up at it.
“Wouldn’t it be dreadful if it vanished over night?” Connie said, voicing the fear that had beset them all. “Oh, it’s such a perfect little house!”
“Let’s wish hard that it’s just for us,” proposed Sunny.
Not even Jane offered a protest.
“And let’s wish that the brownie, whoever he is, builds us a nice table and set of chairs!” added Veve.
“Why, that’s greedy,” protested Connie. “We should be grateful that we have this splendid house.”
Veve, however, only laughed, as she turned to follow the others up the trail.
“It’s forethought,” she insisted. “I have a hunch we’ll get to use this darling little tree house for a long while. So while that Mr. Brownie is in a good mood, why not ask him to do a good job of furnishing our home?”