The other Brownies huddled together and kept their thoughts to themselves. Connie, they knew, was only putting up a brave front.
Already the tree house was rocking back and forth as if it were a boat on a choppy sea.
Below, the stairway appeared wet and slippery. If the Brownies finally decided to make a dash for the gate house, the footing at best would be very treacherous.
The girls were a trifle frightened. Conscious of every lurch of the old oak tree, they clung together and wished very hard that the storm quickly would pass.
CHAPTER 7
Collecting Buttons
FOR ten minutes heavy rain fell. Back and forth the tree house rocked, the branches beneath the planking creaking weirdly.
To make the girls forget the storm, Miss Gordon began to tell them of plans for early fall activities.
“Soon the weather may turn cold, and then we’ll be unable to come here to the park,” she declared. “For the time being, we’ll work on our nature scrapbooks. After those are finished, how would you like to collect buttons?”
Now this idea was entirely new to the Brownies.