“Lift me up and I think I can,” Connie urged her mother.
Mrs. Williams raised her daughter high on her shoulders. Connie wobbled and weaved but finally held her balance.
Then she tried the window. But though she tugged and shoved and pushed it would not budge an inch.
“It’s no use,” said Mrs. Williams, lowering Connie to the ground. “The window is locked.”
“What can we do?” Rosemary asked in deep despair. “Won’t we get to go to camp with the other Brownies?”
“We’ll get there somehow,” declared Mrs. Williams. “If only I could think—”
“I see a window that is open!” Veve suddenly broke in.
“Where?” demanded Connie and Rosemary, taking new hope.
Veve pointed to a small attic window which during the summer months always was left open for ventilation purposes.
“I’m afraid it’s a little out of reach,” smiled Mrs. Williams.