“I’ve had a fine time here,” said Veve, looking down at her hands and avoiding Miss Gordon’s direct gaze. “It’s just—just that the other girls—”
“Yes, Veve?”
“They’ve been awfully nice to me. Only—only—I don’t belong.”
“You’re not a Brownie, you mean?”
Veve nodded miserably and a tear trickled down her left cheek. Angrily, she brushed it away.
“I never do things right like the other girls,” she mumbled. “I try and try, but I keep on making stupid mistakes.”
“We all do, Veve.”
“Not the Brownies. They’re dependable and reliable—and they’re going camping next summer!”
“Why, Veve, I didn’t know you wanted to be a Brownie. I thought you considered the organization rather silly.”
“I didn’t know anything about the Brownies then. But now the girls wouldn’t have me. I’ve made so many mistakes, like losing my luggage check and forgetting my mittens.”