“Couldn’t we get up there if we had a high ladder?” Veve insisted.
“It would take a very tall one indeed,” said Mrs. Williams.
“I know how Mrs. Bevens once got into her house when she had locked everything up,” Connie announced suddenly. “She called the fire department!”
“Now that is an idea, Connie. But dear me, how mortified I’d be to have a fire company car pull up here.”
“Let’s be mortified,” urged Veve. “It’s terribly important that we get to the Brownie camp.”
“Yes, it is,” agreed Mrs. Williams reluctantly. “Very well, I’ll call the fire station and see if they can help us.”
Going to the home of a neighbor, she immediately telephoned the nearest station, explaining the situation. Greatly to her relief, the Chief assured her that he would send a ladder crew immediately.
Rosemary, Veve, and Connie scarcely could contain their excitement when the big red truck drove up to the front door.
“I wish they’d blow the fire siren,” Veve said, skipping down the walk to meet the firemen.
Even a glimpse of the equipment had brought many spectators. Neighbors and children began to gather, thinking that the Williams home might be on fire.