“How will we serve it?” asked Connie in perplexity.
Rosemary, who had been peering into another sack, produced a nest of paper cups.
“We can use these for the soup,” she announced. “Whoever gave us this wonderful meal thought of everything.”
Miss Gordon directed Jane and Eileen to hike back to the tree house for the cold food which had been left there.
“Make certain that Mr. Vincent hasn’t arrived for lunch belatedly,” she advised. “If he should be there, invite him to join us. I’m sure he’ll like a hot meal much better than the one we prepared.”
The two girls were gone nearly fifteen minutes. When they returned carrying the picnic baskets, the steaks were nearly done.
Jane assured Miss Gordon that Sam Vincent had not put in an appearance at the tree house.
“Too bad,” declared Veve, hovering near the fire. “If only he had come, we could have offered him a real meal.”
All the Brownies and Miss Gordon as well were convinced that Mr. Vincent had forgotten about the luncheon invitation.
“He isn’t coming or he’d have arrived a half hour ago,” Connie said. “Let’s eat!”