CHAPTER 7
THE LOCKED DOOR
“WHY, it’s locked!” Vevi exclaimed, rattling the padlock. “We can’t get in.”
“The owner must have been here since yesterday,” agreed Connie. She too was disappointed. “He must have found the door open and locked it.”
The Brownies circled the little house several times, peeping through the porthole windows. Plainly, the cottage was deserted.
“This place would be ideal for our shell exhibition,” declared Rosemary. “And what grand cook-outs we could have here!”
Miss Gordon reminded the Brownies that the cottage did not belong to them.
“Since we don’t even know the owner, we may as well forget it,” she advised.
The Brownies did not want to forget the ship cottage. Reluctant to leave, they wandered about the grounds for a while. The back yard sloped down to the cliffs which overlooked the ocean.
“Why, one can see Starfish Cottage from here!” exclaimed Connie.
“The beach too, and the docks,” agreed Sunny. “Looking down from here is like being in an airplane.”