Barbara, Betty and Benny, who had been staring at the Brownies, let out a whoop of joy. They rushed to examine the sled, gleefully dragging it over the bare kitchen floor.
“May we try it out on the hill now?” Barbara asked her mother. “It’s such a dandy sled.”
“Not right now,” said Mrs. Stone regretfully. “The storm is getting much worse. I’m afraid it may prove to be a regular blizzard.”
“Here’s something else we brought,” said Eileen, offering the stocking dolls.
“And some cookies we made,” added Rosemary, giving the box to Mrs. Stone.
The children’s eyes brightened at sight of the dolls, but the cookies seemed to please them even more.
“May we each have one now?” Betty pleaded. “It’s been ages since we’ve had anything good to eat!”
Mrs. Stone gave each of the children a chocolate brownie. The cookies disappeared almost in one bite. When the girls saw how hungry the Stone youngsters were, they were sorry they had not brought more food.
“Mrs. Stone, if you have no objection, we’ll bring you a goose or a turkey for your Christmas dinner,” Miss Gordon offered impulsively. “Grandmother Gordon has a large flock.”
At mention of Mrs. Gordon’s name a very queer expression came over Mrs. Stone’s face.