“I’ve sure learned my lesson,” the lad replied. “Thanks, Mr. Gordon.”
Back at the Gordon farm once more, the Brownies enjoyed another of Grandmother Gordon’s hearty lunches. Afterwards, they wrote letters home and sat reading by the fireside.
“I’m as sleepy as a cat,” Connie said, yawning drowsily. “That skating trip certainly made me tired.”
Since arriving at the Gordon farm, all of the Brownies had slept very soundly at night. In fact, their cozy feather beds were so comfortable they found it no easy matter to get up early in the morning.
On the day following the skating party, Connie and Veve were downstairs before any of the other Brownies.
Entering the kitchen, they discovered Grandmother Gordon there ahead of them. A roaring fire had been started in the wood stove.
The long table with blue and white checkered tablecloth already had been set. On the stove a thick mixture of mush boiled noisily in a big iron kettle, while bacon sizzled in an iron skillet.
“My, how delicious everything smells!” Veve declared, sniffing the air. “I scarcely can wait until breakfast.”
The girls looked about for work to do. Connie stirred the mush, taking care not to burn herself.
Then Veve noticed that the woodbox was nearly empty.