The little girl was a leader in the Rosedale Brownie Troop and very bright at school. However, all the girls liked her for she never tried to show off.
“Oh, I don’t think it’s a walnut tree!” exclaimed Veve McGuire.
The dark-haired, freckled girl lived next door to Connie. Sometimes, just for the fun of it, she disagreed with her friend.
“It’s an oak tree!” chimed in Jane Tuttle, tossing her long yellow braids.
A hoot arose from the other Brownies, Sunny Davidson, Eileen Webber and Rosemary Fritche. Jane, they knew, nearly always was wrong about trees.
“It couldn’t be an oak,” insisted Eileen. “The leaves are shaped all wrong.”
Sunny appealed to Miss Gordon. “What kind of tree do you say it is?” she demanded. “An oak or a walnut?”
“A walnut,” replied the Brownie leader. “But then, I could be mistaken. Let’s look at the identification tag.”
Nearly all of the largest trees in the park had been marked with their correct names. The girls enjoyed making their own guesses, and then checking to see if they were correct.
Before Connie could do so, Veve darted ahead to read the tag on the tree trunk.