By Saturday, however, the sun was out, and the Brownies again visited the park.
Clomping along in galoshes, they found the trails muddy and the forest area deserted. Not even Mr. Karwhite was in evidence at the gate house.
“We’ll certainly have the park to ourselves today,” declared Miss Gordon.
The Brownies selected the shortest route to the tree house. Their way took them past a stone grill, across a rustic bridge and then down a long series of steps cut in the side of the steep slope.
“The house is still there,” declared Connie in relief as they presently came within view of it.
“I’ll race you!” shouted Veve.
Before Miss Gordon could warn the girls not to run, she was off, with Connie close behind.
Breathless, the two reached the base of the giant oak.
“Beat you to the top!” challenged Veve.
Again she was first. Two steps ahead of Connie she arrived on the tiny balcony. Waving at the other girls on the ground, she ducked into the tree house.