“There it is!” she cried. “Our evergreen! Mr. Jeffert was right! Mr. Stone did chop it down!”
CHAPTER 11
Into the Storm
INSIDE the Stone cabin, oil lamps had been lighted, so the Brownies could see the Christmas tree quite plainly. It stood at a slight angle in the window, its branches brushing against the icy panes.
“Why, it is our tree!” agreed Sunny indignantly. “Of all the nerve!”
“I don’t think the tree we selected for the birds was that tall,” protested Connie, after a second glance.
“Neither do I,” declared Eileen promptly. “Maybe it isn’t the same evergreen, even though it looks a little like it.”
The Brownies trudged on, deliberately breaking trail so that they would pass close to the Stone cabin.
“I still think it’s our tree,” insisted Jane when they were quite near the window.
“And I say it isn’t,” Eileen argued.