“Oh, it’s a Brownie secret,” laughed Sunny as she started off down the street. “Our troop has lots and lots of them!”
Now Klingman’s Hill was three blocks from the Williams’ home. The road had been roped off to keep automobiles from using it. Usually a policeman was on hand to see that the children did not get hurt.
After Connie obtained permission from her mother, the two girls started for the hill.
“Tell me what DYB means,” Veve coaxed.
“Can’t, Veve. It’s a Brownie secret, and Brownies never tell. Now if you were a member—”
“But I’m not,” said Veve a trifle crossly.
By this time the girls were quite close to Klingman’s Hill. They could see that the coasting place was nearly deserted. Much of the snow had melted, leaving ugly bare spots on the hill. Only a few boys and girls stood around looking very gloomy.
“Oh, Veve, no one is coasting!” cried Connie in disappointment. “We won’t be able to slide after all.”
“The snow always melts before we have a chance to coast,” grumbled Veve. “I’m getting sick of it.”
“So am I, Veve. But Miss Gordon says Brownies must learn to take disappointments.”