“Brownies are tough!” declared Jane staunchly. “We can take it.”
“We can,” agreed Eileen, ducking her head to avoid the sheet of rain. “But who wants to? I’m freezing!”
As she spoke, a flash of lightning brightened the trail.
Although it was not close, the clap of thunder seemed very loud in the forest. Several of the Brownies cringed and gazed anxiously at their leader.
“We’ll soon be out of the woods—” began Miss Gordon encouragingly.
Another flash of lightning startled the girls. This time it was brighter and the roar of thunder followed quickly.
“Wow! That was close!” exclaimed Veve, breathing hard.
“Too close for comfort,” agreed Miss Gordon. “I’m glad we left the tree house. We’re not very safe here amid the trees though. One could be struck.”
The Brownie leader was thoroughly familiar with all the park trails. Even though a blinding wall of rain had started to descend, she knew which direction to turn when the path forked.
“How far to the gate house?” gasped Veve. The distance never had seemed so long before.