“But that’s utterly impossible!” protested Miss Gordon. “Why, I never in my life failed to recognize a red maple!”
“We have a white ash tree in our yard at home,” contributed Rosemary. “It has seed pods and the leaves droop. This tree doesn’t look one bit like our white ash.”
“I thought I could recognize nearly all of the more common trees,” wailed Connie. “Now I’m mixed up.”
“We’re all mixed up,” said Miss Gordon. “I simply can’t understand it. Do you suppose the tags could have been exchanged?”
“Maybe the pixies did it!” laughed Sunny. She liked to say she believed in fairies, although she knew none actually existed.
Deeply puzzled, the Brownie Scouts resumed their hike.
Coming presently to a giant oak tree, they selected the site for their picnic ground. The brisk morning walk through the wild park area had made the girls very hungry. Eagerly they spread out the lunch.
“What a beautiful oak!” Connie said dreamily, gazing up into the leafy branches.
“Are you sure it’s an oak?” teased Jane, biting into a peanut butter sandwich. “There’s no identification tag.”
“In that case, I’m sure!” chuckled Connie. “Don’t you say it’s an oak, Miss Gordon?”