So she replied quite truthfully that she had not discussed the subject with her for a long while. 35 “You might speak to her about it sometime,” urged the leader. “We really want Veve.” 35 “Not if she keeps on saying things about the Brownies,” whispered Jane, who always was outspoken. Rosemary gave her a warning nudge and she became quiet. Following Captain Bentley’s talk, the Brownies served fruit juice and cookies. Usually they had refreshments at the end of the meeting. This time they served early so the police officer would not need to wait. Captain Bentley drank a cup of juice, ate three cookies and admired the fine scrapbooks. Then he said good-bye to the girls, reminding them again not to forget the safety rules. “Whenever you come to a street intersection, always stop, look and listen,” he advised as he started to leave. “That way, you’ll avoid accidents.” Bowing to Miss Gordon, Captain Bentley backed out the door squarely onto the tail of Jane’s kitten, Blackie, who drowsed in the sunshine. With a squawk, the kitten scampered through the startled officer’s legs. His foot slipped on a patch of ice. Arms and legs flailed and thrashed the air as he sought vainly to keep his balance. 36 Then, with a thud, his two hundred and ten pounds came down on the cement porch. 36 Captain Bentley wasn’t hurt, only jarred. But he grinned with embarrassment as he picked himself up. All the Brownies shouted with laughter. “Always remember the safety rules,” the officer chuckled. “And I might add, they apply to kitten tails as well as street crossings!” After the captain had gone, the girls worked hard on their scrapbooks. They talked about the approaching Christmas holidays and what they would do during school vacation. No one had made any special plans. “We can’t go coasting or ice skating, that’s certain,” sighed Rosemary, listening to the steady drip of melting snow on the roof.
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