“At the foot of the stairway by the oak tree,” supplied Veve promptly. “But no one except the Brownies heard the wish.”
“Someone must have,” insisted the leader. “Even though we saw no one near, a person could have been hidden back among the bushes. It gives me a queer, uneasy feeling to think about it.”
“I think it’s nice to have an unknown good fairy doing things for us!” laughed Connie.
Thrilled by the latest gift for their house, the girls set to work “moving in.” Miss Gordon had made a pair of dainty red and white dotted curtains which exactly fitted the window.
From home, Rosemary had brought one of her mother’s handmade rag rugs for the floor. Connie, Eileen and Rosemary contributed dishes which they arranged attractively in the cupboards.
“Oh, if Mr. Karwhite only allows us to stay here, we’ll have grand times,” Connie declared gaily.
The other girls were equally thrilled. Taking turns they peeped out of the window into a delightful world of branches and tinted leaves.
From the balcony, they could see the gate house, the road, and many of the park trails.
Best of all, however, they enjoyed the gentle movement of the little house, as the breeze rocked it in its bough cradle.
“I feel almost as if I’m part of the tree,” declared Veve dreamily. “Wouldn’t it be fun to sleep here at night?”