The other Brownies thought so too.
“Let’s try to find out what it is,” urged Veve, keeping her voice low. “Maybe she’s stealing from the park!”
As the four girls approached, the old lady hastily climbed into the buggy. The Brownies moved a bit faster.
“Good afternoon!” Veve greeted her breathlessly as they hurried up.
The old lady gazed at the four girls and her thin lips cracked into the faintest suggestion of a smile. However, she merely inclined her head and did not speak.
She gathered up the reins, intending to start away.
“We’re lost,” said Connie to hold her attention. “That is—we were until a second ago.”
“Lost?” repeated the old lady.
“Can you tell us how to reach the big oak tree with the house built in it?” inquired Sunny politely.
“The park is filled with oak trees,” replied the old lady somewhat tartly. “As for a house being built in one—I never heard of such a thing. If you’re lost though, just keep walking and you will come to the gate house.”