“What fun to dress up!” exclaimed Eileen.
“We couldn’t without asking Mrs. Gordon’s permission,” said Connie. “If we start to dress up now, we’ll have no time to look at the other things here.”
“Then let’s do it tomorrow,” Eileen replied, temporarily giving up the idea.
Suddenly from the far end of the attic came a resounding crash.
Veve, who had tried to peep into a box that was higher than her head, had pulled it over. Barely missing her feet, it spilled its contents of books over the floor.
“Oh, Veve! See what you’ve done!” Jane exclaimed impatiently. “If that box had contained glass, it would have been smashed!”
“It wasn’t my fault,” Veve mumbled, starting to pick up the books. “The old box just fell over.”
“You mean you accidentally pulled it down. Veve, you never stop to think before you act, and then when it’s your fault, you don’t like to admit it! Brownies believe in being honest about their mistakes.”
Although it was quite dark in the attic, Connie saw that tears were coming into Veve’s eyes. She really thought Jane was being too severe.
“Oh, why make a fuss about it?” she interposed. “Of course, Veve didn’t mean to do it.”