“Can’t you ask your mother—”
“I have already,” Veve said gloomily. “About a dozen times. It’s no use.”
So that the girls would not see her cry, she pulled down the window and moved back out of sight.
“Well, there goes our Brownie circus,” Belinda said when Connie relayed the bad news to the waiting Brownies. “We can’t have it without Veve.”
“Perhaps if we all went to Mrs. McGuire and explained how important it is to have the Brownie circus, she’ll excuse Veve,” Connie suggested hopefully.
“Let’s do it,” urged Belinda. “We can’t give up the circus after we’ve told everyone we’re having it.”
The other girls liked the proposal, so together they went to the McGuire home.
Mrs. McGuire, who had arrived from her office only a few minutes earlier, opened the door. Even before Connie explained why they were there, she seemed to understand.
“I do believe Veve has been punished enough for her misdeed,” she said. “And I certainly wouldn’t want to see the Brownie circus postponed.”
“Then you’ll let Veve out of the house?” Sunny asked quickly.