He walked with Grandfather Gordon and the two girls to the rail fence.
“Come and see me again,” he called as they bade him good-bye and waded off down the snowy lane.
Safely back in the bobsled with the other Brownies, Connie and Jane related their adventure with Santa Claus Jeffert.
“He’s really quite nice and he does look like Santa Claus!” Connie declared. “I should like to meet him again.”
The frosty air had made everyone hungry. Thinking of the warm meal awaiting them, the Brownies were glad when the team presently turned in at the Gordon farm.
Against a back-drop of tall trees, they beheld the twinkling lights of the big white shingle house.
Mrs. Gordon, in blue-checked apron, came running to the door. She was a tiny woman for sixty-eight years, with snow-white hair.
One by one, she gave the Brownies and Veve a welcoming hug.
“You must be starved after that long train ride,” she declared, showing the girls where to hang their coats. “As soon as you’re washed up, we’ll have supper.”
From the kitchen came the most tantalizing odors of baked chicken, pumpkin pie and hot chocolate.