“The house seems very well built,” added Miss Gordon. “Whoever put it up knew his business.”
“That’s what annoys me,” sputtered Mr. Karwhite. “No one had the right to put up any structure without my permission. Where is this tree house?”
Although the hour was growing late, the Brownies offered to show the superintendent the way.
Back at the oak, Mr. Karwhite scratched his head in perplexity as he gazed up at the house amid the leaves.
“Well, at least it looks well built and in keeping with the rustic design of other park buildings,” he admitted grudgingly.
“Then you won’t tear it down?” Connie asked.
“I suppose it could stay up until winter,” the superintendent said after he had inspected the stairway. “Now that it’s so late in the season not many children come here any more. The house isn’t as high from the ground as I thought either.”
“And the stairway has a railing,” pointed out Eileen. “Oh, Mr. Karwhite, having a little house like this would be so wonderful!”
The superintendent turned to Miss Gordon. “I can’t have children playing here unwatched,” he said. “Now, if you were to be here with them—”
“I always accompany the Brownies on all their hikes.”