“So am I,” declared Rosemary, slapping her mittens together.
“It soon will be lunch time,” declared Miss Gordon, squinting up at the sun which had climbed high overhead. “All those in favor of a nice warm fire, vote ‘aye.’”
“Aye!” shouted all of the Brownies.
Dragging the sleds, they took a short cut through a field and across a tiny lake to the Gordon farm.
“Did you hear what Betty said to me about not expecting a sled for Christmas?” Sunny remarked as they turned in at the lane.
“I did,” replied Connie. “And I think it’s a shame!”
“The Stone children never have had many toys,” informed Miss Gordon. “Their father is hard pressed to buy food and clothing for the family.”
“I wish we could help,” said Connie slowly. She was silent a moment as she reflected that her mother had given her two dollars to spend as she wished during the visit at Snow Valley. “How much does a sled cost?” she asked.
“That depends upon the type,” Miss Gordon answered. “A fairly good one can be bought for four dollars.”
“I’ll give my two dollars spending money,” offered Connie, suddenly making up her mind. “But that won’t be enough.”