Finally, when the other girls had quieted down, she edged toward the door.
“I—I guess I’ll go home,” she said in a limp little voice.
“It’s been nice having you at the party,” declared Connie’s mother, for she saw Veve was about to cry.
“Oh, Veve!” cried Connie. “I wish you were a Brownie so you could go with us to Snow Valley!”
Veve started to reply and choked on the words. She ran out the door, letting it close hard behind her.
Miss Gordon then was sorry that she had mentioned the trip in the little girl’s presence.
“It was thoughtless of me,” she apologized, “because naturally Veve would like to go with us. I only wish she were a member of the troop.”
“Perhaps she’ll join before the Christmas holidays,” said Connie hopefully. “I’ll ask her.”
Miss Gordon smiled and shook her head.
“We want Veve to belong to the troop for its own sake and not because we are planning an outing. Besides, even if she should join now, I’m afraid we couldn’t take her along without making special arrangements.”