“We’ll have to report to the other Brownie Scouts that we didn’t find out,” Eileen said in disappointment. “They’ll think were not much good.”
Rather let down by their experience, the four girls took careful bearings before starting toward the tree house.
To their relief the trail which they now followed was thoroughly familiar and the signs had not been disturbed.
Their way skirted a small pond fringed with cattails. Veve paused to pluck one and to toss a pebble at a bull frog who croaked from his perch on a lily pad.
“Don’t fall in, young lady,” said a gruff voice.
Veve whirled around and then laughed. Mr. Karwhite had come up without any of the Brownies hearing him.
“My, you walk on velvet feet!” exclaimed Connie.
“How are you getting along at the tree house?” the park superintendent inquired.
The girls told him that so far as they knew everything was fine at the little house. Then they went on to relate their unpleasant experience on the trail.
“Those pesky boys again!” exclaimed Mr. Karwhite angrily. “If ever I catch the rascals I’ll see that they are punished!”