“Six?”
“You have only five checks, because Veve lost hers. Oh, Veve’s had a dreadful time! She didn’t want the other Brownies to know.”
Connie poured out the entire story of how her friend had nearly missed the train at Albion Junction, and then had lost the luggage check.
Grandfather Gordon gave her hand a sympathetic squeeze. “Now don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he chuckled. “We’ll get that bag and no one will be the wiser.”
“You mean you can get it without having a check?”
“Harry Hopkins, the station agent, is an old friend of mine. Come along and point out the bag.”
All the luggage had been piled up on the station platform, Veve’s bag with the others.
Grandfather Gordon presented the five claim checks and explained about the one that was lost.
“I’m not supposed to turn over a bag without a check,” said the station agent. “But under the circumstances, take it along.”
Grandfather Gordon carried all of the luggage to the bobsled.