“Now scoot downstairs and open one of the doors or lower floor windows,” the fireman instructed.
Veve groped her way past the dusty boxes and barrels in the attic. A door blocked the entranceway to the second floor. For a second she was afraid it might be locked.
However, it opened readily to her touch, and she ran on downstairs. With scarcely any trouble, Veve unlocked the front door. Everyone drew a sigh of relief as she stepped out into the yard.
“Oh, thank you, Veve!” declared Mrs. Williams gratefully. “You’ve saved the day!”
Entering the house, she found the car keys on the kitchen table where she carelessly had dropped them.
Mrs. Williams thanked the firemen for their trouble and then prepared to lock up the house again, ready for their departure.
“Mother, do you have everything now?” Connie asked, an instant before the front door closed.
“Every single thing,” laughed Mrs. Williams. “At least I think so! But let’s start before anything else goes wrong.”
“Yes, let’s!” chorused the Brownies, piling into the car.
With the other two automobiles now far ahead, Mrs. Williams drove rather fast, hoping to make up for lost time. The girls kept watch for the Davidson car. However, it was nowhere to be seen on the winding woodland road.