“I wish we could find the locket and prove that Mrs. Stone didn’t take it,” said Connie soberly.
“My dear, I wish you could too,” smiled Grandmother Gordon. “Unfortunately, one can’t alter facts.”
No more was said about the matter just then. The Brownies cleared the table and did the dishes.
After that, some of the girls rode to the village with Grandfather Gordon. Connie, Veve, and Rosemary remained behind to write letters home. Later, they played with Fluff and pressed their Brownie uniforms which had become mussed on the trip.
“Now what shall we do?” Rosemary asked when the task had been finished. She liked to keep busy all the time.
“Have you any work you would like to have us do, Mrs. Gordon?” inquired Connie politely.
“Not a thing,” the woman replied. “Just amuse yourselves.”
“May we do anything we like?” Connie asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“Well, almost anything, dear.”
“Then I have a very special request. You wont be annoyed?”