“It was mention of Mr. Vincent’s name that annoyed her,” Veve said with conviction. “For some reason she must dislike him. I wonder why?”
“He seemed very nice,” Connie answered thoughtfully. “Of course, we don’t know him well. Maybe we should have become better acquainted before inviting him to lunch.”
“Well, he may not come,” Veve returned, almost hopefully.
The following day dawned bright, although not particularly warm. Directly after breakfast Miss Gordon telephoned each member of the Brownie Scout troop to say that the hike would be held. Each girl was given a list of items to bring.
“Mr. Vincent may not take Veve’s luncheon seriously,” the teacher declared. “Our motto though is to be prepared. So, if he does come, we’ll have a little food for him.”
By ten o’clock the Brownies had arrived at the park. Carrying their well-filled knapsacks, they paused for a moment at the gate house. Mr. Karwhite, however, was not there.
In fact, the entire park area appeared deserted.
“We’re the only ones here so early in the day,” declared Sunny, covering a yawn. “I’ll bet a frosted cookie Mr. Vincent never shows up.”
“He has plenty of time to get here before noon,” Connie assured her. “What are we having to eat?”
She had brought sandwiches, but did not know what the other girls had been asked to contribute.