“Well,” Veve said, thinking hard, “she was queer looking and real thin. She wore a straw hat. Her dress was long with a full skirt. That’s all I remember except the sack—and the odd way she looked around when she jumped out of the buggy.”
“What do you mean by the odd way she looked around?” asked Connie, taking her turn at the field glass.
“She acted as if she were afraid someone would see her.”
“Oh, well!” Jane shrugged, losing interest. “She’s gone now anyway. Who cares what she does with her sack?”
“I’d like to know why she ducked into the woods,” Veve said. “Maybe she might have something to do with this tree house.”
“How could she?” demanded Sunny.
“It’s just one of Veve’s crazy notions,” said Jane.
“Maybe it’s not a crazy notion,” retorted Veve. “I guess if we ever expect to learn who built this playhouse, we’ll have to ask a few questions.”
“The woman may live near the park,” Connie said, coming to her friend’s defense. “It’s possible she does know who built the house.”
While the girls talked, Miss Gordon had been looking through the field glass herself. On one of the trails not far from the rustic bridge, she had sighted the woman.