“I drive past the park nearly every day,” Sam Vincent said. “If I see those boys up to any mischief, I’ll report them.”
Even though it meant driving a considerable distance out of his way, the carpenter insisted upon taking all of the girls to their separate homes.
Miss Gordon, Veve and Connie were the last ones to be dropped off.
“We appreciate this so much,” said the Brownie leader, thanking him for all of the girls.
“I should say so!” added Veve. “I hope we see you again some time, Mr. Vincent.”
“You probably will,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.
“You must come to see our tree house,” Veve invited him earnestly. And then without thinking that the other Brownies might object, she added: “Come next Saturday—for lunch.”
“It’s a date,” agreed Mr. Vincent, pleased by the invitation. “Shall we say twelve o’clock sharp?”
Veve glanced at Miss Gordon and Connie, who made no move to help her out of the predicament.
The carpenter accepted their silence for assent.