Now that she was becoming accustomed to the gentle rocking of the tree, she no longer felt frightened by the storm.
In fact, so snug was the little house, that she rather enjoyed the dash of rain against the tiny window.
The other Brownie Scouts were feeling more at ease too. They did not mind how long the storm lasted.
“We’ll decide about our meeting place later on,” Miss Gordon answered Jane’s question. “This tree house is nice though. And I must admit that whoever built it for us, did an excellent job.”
Observing that the rain had nearly ceased, the teacher went to the door.
As she opened it, a blast of cool air rushed in. Stepping out onto the balcony, Miss Gordon studied the overcast sky. Clouds were moving swiftly. The sun, however, was trying to straggle through.
“The first part of the storm has passed over,” she commented. “During the lull, we should be able to make it to the gate house.”
“Oh, must we leave so soon?” protested Eileen. “We were having such fun!”
“I don’t like the look of those clouds,” Miss Gordon replied uneasily. “The wind may pay us a return visit. Buckle on your galoshes, kiddies, and let’s be on our way.”
Reluctantly, the Brownies put on their overshoes and gathered up sweaters and jackets.