“We’re somewhat short,” Mr. Stone admitted briefly. As if afraid Miss Gordon would ask him other questions, he picked up his shovel and hastened off down the cleared path toward the barn.
Returning to the house to warm themselves, Miss Gordon talked matters over with the Brownies and Mrs. Gordon. Although supplies were short, they knew that the Stone family had even less to eat.
“We can’t let the children go hungry,” declared Connie earnestly.
“That’s the way I feel about it,” said Miss Gordon. “On the other hand, the roads may be closed several days. If we share our supplies with the Stones, it means a sacrifice. We’ll have a very drab Christmas Day dinner.”
“Who cares?” demanded Sunny.
“Not I,” sang out Eileen.
“I vote that we share our food with the Stones,” added Rosemary, and Jane nodded agreement.
Veve did not say anything, for as she was not a Brownie, she felt she had no right to vote.
“I’ll prepare a basket immediately,” Grandmother Gordon said. “I must check my supplies to see what we have left.”
By the time Mr. Stone came to the house with an armload of wood, the basket of food was ready. At first, he did not want to accept it, because he thought Mrs. Gordon would not have enough left for her brood of Brownies.