As she shooed the Brownies to their places at the long table, she was hopeful that they would forget her unfinished remark about the Stone children.
However, everyone wondered what she had intended to say.
Before anyone could ask, Grandfather Gordon came in and began questioning the Brownies about the fun they had had on Hammer Hill.
“The skating is good on the lake too,” he told them. “Better try out those skates soon, because if a heavy snow should come along, the skating might be ruined.”
“Will it snow again, do you think?” Sunny asked anxiously, peering out at the deep drifts.
“Can’t tell. It might,” replied Grandfather Gordon. “Haven’t seen the weather prediction, but my bones tell me there’s more snow in the air.”
The coasting expedition had made the Brownies as hungry as polar bears. After the soup had warmed them, they devoted themselves to the huge platter of hamburgers. But no matter how many they ate, Grandmother Gordon always brought in more from the kitchen.
“Let’s tell Grandfather Gordon about our plan to help the Stones!” suggested Eileen.
Connie shot her a warning glance, but she did not understand its meaning. Instead, she went on and told again of the plan to buy a Christmas sled for the three children.
“Well, well, that is a kindly thought,” commented Mr. Gordon.