“A storm is blowing up,” she agreed. “We must leave at once. We’ll have to move fast if we reach the gate house before it breaks!”
Alarmed, the Brownies began to gather together their possessions.
Connie was packing the remains of lunch into her knapsack, when she felt the oak tree give a deep sigh.
Then the little house started to rock back and forth.
“Oh!” squealed Rosemary in terror.
“The wind is here!” declared Miss Gordon. “Oh, dear! Now what?”
Several large drops of rain had pinged on the roof of the house.
Before the girls could start down the stairway, the droplets came faster and faster.
“We’ll be soaked if we try to reach the gate house now!” squealed Rosemary.
Peering out of the tiny window, she saw only a world of crashing leaves and tree boughs.