Connie started to say that perhaps before the girls returned to Rosedale, Veve would decide to join the troop. Veve was so excited, however, she cut her short.
“Can’t stop to talk now,” she declared, whirling around to open the door. “My suitcase isn’t packed!”
“Miss Gordon says not to take too much luggage,” Connie advised her friend. “I’m packing two Brownie uniforms and a pair of sweaters and skirts. And one dress for nice in case we have a party.”
“Not your new skis?”
“Oh, yes,” laughed Connie, “but I’ll wear them on my feet, not my back!”
“Do you suppose I could take my sled along?”
“Not unless you check it in the baggage car, Veve. Anyway, Miss Gordon said there will be sleds at the farm. She told the Brownies that Grandfather Gordon made a bobsled that would carry six persons at one time!”
“Connie, is the kitchen door open?” Mrs. Williams called from the breakfast room. She could feel a cold blast of air.
“I’m going now,” said Veve. “Good-bye, Connie. See you later after I’m packed!”
She ran off home, allowing the door to bang hard behind her.