“Oh, girls,” she said, “I nearly forgot! Let’s not plan our next meeting just yet.”
“Not plan another meeting?” Connie echoed, a puzzled look in her deep blue eyes.
“I may have a surprise for you,” Miss Gordon hinted mysteriously. “No, don’t ask me about it just yet. I can’t tell you any more now.”
She broke off and laughed in her delightful way, which made the Brownies more curious than ever. The hall buzzed with excited talk as the girls put on their galoshes and woolen mittens. What could Miss Gordon’s “surprise” be?
“Give us a tiny hint,” they pleaded.
“Can’t,” laughed their leader. “Not until after I’ve talked to your parents. You may hear all about it at our next meeting.”
“And when will that be?” Jane inquired anxiously, for she had asked to be the next hostess.
“I’ll telephone you in plenty of time,” Miss Gordon promised.
Out in the Williams’ front yard, Veve had started to roll a huge snowball. She hadn’t known it was the regular time for the Brownie meeting to break up, and thought the girls meant to play with her.
“Come and help me push!” she shouted. “I want to make this snowball as big as a mountain!”