“Veve is very young and likes to try to be different,” answered Mrs. Williams. “Be patient, Connie. One of these days, she may ask to join the organization.”
Now that the chocolate pudding was ruined, it was necessary to send someone to the corner store for a cake. Connie offered to go. However, it was dark so her father said he would make the purchase.
“And may we have ice cream too?” Connie requested.
“On a winter day like this?” her father asked in surprise.
“Oh, I could eat ice cream every day in the year,” laughed Connie. Her blue eyes twinkled as she added: “Especially on my birthday.”
Now Connie’s birthday came on the twelfth day of December. The date was very near, and she was a tiny bit afraid her mother and father might forget about it. So she thought she would mention it just to be sure.
“Will I have ice cream and cake on my birthday?” she asked.
“We’ll see,” returned her mother. She smiled in a most mysterious way.
The next day, Mrs. Williams did not say anything more about the approaching birthday. She acted as if she had entirely forgotten it.
At school, although all of the Brownies were there, Veve’s desk remained vacant.