Only one thing bothered Connie. She had received no package from her Grandmother and Grandfather Williams. When she returned home at three o’clock, she asked her mother if a gift had arrived.
“Not yet, Connie.”
“Do you suppose they forgot my birthday, Mother?”
Mrs. Williams replied she was quite certain they hadn’t. She thought the package possibly had been delayed in the mail and might arrive the next day.
“But tomorrow won’t be my birthday,” said Connie. “I would so much rather have the present today.”
“Tell me, has Veve seen your new Brownie ring?” asked her mother quickly.
“Not yet,” Connie replied, wondering why her mother had asked the question.
“You may go over for a while,” suggested Mrs. Williams. “But don’t stay longer than half an hour.”
At the McGuire home, Veve acted almost as if she had expected Connie. She wore a bright new pink gingham dress, and her dark curls had been brushed until they shone. However, she still had a trace of her cold.
“Why are you so dressed up, Veve?” Connie asked curiously. Usually Veve paid little attention to her clothes and liked to wear jeans with an old sweater.