“It’s getting a bit chilly again,” observed Eileen, pulling her sweater tightly about her.
“That’s because the wind is shifting,” Mr. Karwhite informed her. “We’re in for another storm, I’m afraid.”
“Not soon?” asked Connie anxiously. She hoped the Brownie Scouts would not be caught by rain en route home.
“It’s coming up fast,” the park superintendent replied, studying the fast-moving clouds. “I doubt we’ll have much rain. But we’re likely to have wind.”
Mr. Karwhite gazed thoughtfully at the four girls, and then asked where the other members of the troop were.
“At the tree house,” Connie told him.
“Better hike back there right away and warn your leader a storm is coming up,” the man advised. “A tree house isn’t the best place to be in a high wind. You may all come to the gate house until it passes over.”
The girls thanked Mr. Karwhite for the invitation, and hastened away.
“My! It is getting dark here in the woods!” Eileen murmured uneasily as they scurried along.
On either side of the path, they could hear the trees and bushes gently stirring. Mr. Karwhite had been right! The wind rapidly was rising.