Unable to think of another way to improve the snowman, the girls sat down on the porch steps. Connie and Sunny began to talk about the Brownie meeting and to speculate on Miss Gordon’s promised “surprise.”
Again Veve deliberately changed the subject.
“It’s getting warmer,” she said. “Our snowman won’t last very long, I’m afraid.”
“He’s wilting already,” agreed Sunny. “Oh, don’t you wish the snow would never melt?”
“It always goes away real fast here,” sighed Connie. “We never have half enough ice skating or coasting.”
“Say, why don’t we go coasting right now?” Veve proposed eagerly. “Klingman’s Hill!”
“All right, let’s ask our mothers,” Connie agreed, falling in with the plan.
“It’s nearly five o’clock,” Sunny said regretfully. “I’ll have to run along. Remember, Connie, until our next Brownie meeting—DYB.”
She winked at Connie as she spoke the mysterious letters.
“What does DYB mean?” Veve demanded.