“Yes, dear, you may carry in the plates,” Mrs. Gordon smiled. “Breakfast soon will be ready.”
Eileen and Jane arrived next, and they helped put on the water glasses and arrange the chairs. There were only six of the regular straight-back ones, but two of the Brownies used the piano bench. Miss Gordon brought in a kitchen chair for herself.
The Brownies hadn’t dreamed they could be so hungry. Mrs. Gordon had fried tiny sausages and made a giant stack of wheatcakes.
Connie ate three of the cakes, and after that lost count. She never had tasted such wonderful food.
When breakfast was over, Jane and Sunny elected to help with the dishes. Connie, Veve and Eileen volunteered to make all the beds. Rosemary cleared the table, and afterwards gave Fluff her saucer of milk.
“All work and no play will make Brownies very bored people,” Grandmother Gordon declared. “I suggest you take advantage of the snow while it lasts.”
“Let’s go skiing,” cried Connie, who wished to try out her birthday present.
“And coasting,” added Jane. “But what will we use for sleds?”
“You’ll find several in the barn,” suggested Miss Gordon. “While they’re not new, I imagine they’ll serve.”
Eagerly the Brownies donned mittens, snowsuits and galoshes. A path had been shoveled from the house to the barn.