“What time is it?” Eileen suddenly demanded.
Her abrupt question reminded the girls that it must be nearly noon.
And at any moment Sam Vincent might arrive for lunch.
“Oh, dear!” wailed Veve, deeply regretting the invitation. “What shall we do now? We can’t possibly get this place cleaned up in time.”
“He’ll think we’re horrible housekeepers,” added Rosemary in distress.
Miss Gordon told the girls that it was exactly ten minutes until twelve o’clock.
“We can’t possibly serve the lunch here,” she decided. “If Mr. Vincent does come, we’ll have to find another place somewhere in the park.”
“That won’t be any fun,” Jane said, frowning. “We wanted him to see this tree house.”
“I’m sure he’ll understand when he learns what happened,” Miss Gordon answered.
“Will we have enough dishes?” Rosemary asked. She had noticed that two cups were smashed and also a small plate.