However, as he spoke, he glanced at his wife. Grandmother Gordon’s thin lips were drawn into a tight line. She couldn’t hide the fact that she didn’t approve of the plan at all.
“Don’t you like the idea of the Brownies using their spending money to help others?” Miss Gordon asked her.
“Why, yes, of course. I heartily approve of charity if the object is worthy.”
“And you believe that the Stone children are deserving?” Miss Gordon asked, deliberately pinning her down.
Grandmother Gordon hastily began to gather up the dishes. She would have liked to avoid answering by escaping to the kitchen.
Miss Gordon smiled and took the dishes from her hands.
“Must I answer?” Grandmother Gordon asked uncomfortably.
“Indeed, you must, for you’ve raised a question in our minds.”
“Well,” said Grandmother Gordon facing the Brownies and choosing her words carefully, “I honestly must say, I hardly know the Stone children. Never once have they been in my home. For all I know, they are deserving enough.”
“And yet for some undisclosed reason, you don’t entirely approve of the Brownie plan. Come, out with it! Don’t try to hoodwink us!”