“The big plow should come through soon and open up the main roads,” declared Mrs. Gordon. “I do believe luck will be with us for Christmas after all.”
Her words brought good cheer to the Brownies. Gathering in the living room, they drove the blues away with several rousing songs.
“Here comes the snowplow!” Veve suddenly shouted.
All the Brownies rushed to the window to see the welcome sight. The plow swept past on the main road, throwing up tall ridges of powdery snow on either side.
“Grandfather Gordon and Mr. Jeffert should be able to get through now,” declared Miss Gordon in relief.
Her prediction proved entirely right. Almost on the heels of the big plow came the two men, their sled loaded with groceries and Christmas packages.
Stomping into the kitchen, Mr. Jeffert and Grandfather Gordon brushed snow from their overcoats. Then they related astonishing news.
“What do you know!” declared Mr. Jeffert, rocking back on his heels as he warmed himself by the kitchen stove. “After trying for two years to learn who has been stealing evergreens from my farm, I’ve caught the fellow!”
“You’ve caught the thief!” Connie exclaimed in astonishment.
“Rather, the storm did,” Mr. Jeffert corrected.