On the mantel above the fireplace and along the window sills they arranged spruce and balsam boughs. Finally they could not think of another thing to do.
“Now we’re all ready for Christmas,” declared Rosemary. “But if our parents don’t come, it won’t be much fun.”
The day wore on and no word was received from Deerford. Lamps were lighted and still Grandfather Gordon failed to return.
“It’s hours past train time,” declared Mrs. Gordon uneasily. “Either the train is very late or Grandfather has had trouble on the road.”
Connie had gone to the window to peer out again. She could not see the road, but she thought she could hear the soft thud of horses hoofs in the snow.
“Listen!” she cried.
The other Brownies rushed to the windows. Jane was the first to see the sled.
“Grandfather Gordon is coming!” she shouted.
The Brownies strained their eyes to pierce the shadows. Was Mr. Gordon alone, or had he brought their parents from the station?
“They’re here! They’re here!” cried Connie.