“I do!” shouted Jane.
All the other girls voted for the trip too and ran to put on their warm snowsuits.
A brisk walk through the frosty air brought the Brownies to the edge of Mr. Jeffert’s land.
“Our track has completely disappeared!” declared Miss Gordon. “Last night’s snow was heavier than I thought.”
The trail to the birds’ feeding station had been completely blotted out by the light fall of snow. Eileen and Jane, however, knew the way.
“Follow us!” Eileen directed the girls.
She and Jane broke track through the snow. Now and then they glimpsed stretches of the old trail which had not been completely covered, so they were sure they were going the right way.
A moment later, Jane sang out: “Here we are. Our tree was right beside this tall one—but where is it now?”
She and Eileen, who were ahead, both stopped short. Only an ugly stump arose from the place where the birds’ Christmas tree had stood the previous day.
Someone had chopped down the evergreen during the night!