Vevi awoke late the next morning, feeling tired in every bone and
muscle. Pulling herself slowly up in bed, she peered out the window. It
was raining hard.
“Oh, dear,” she thought. “I did so hope for a nice day.”
Vevi dressed and went downstairs for a belated breakfast.
“Mother,” she said, seating herself at the table by the kitchen window.
“Is it really true that Mrs. Gabriel was caught digging up the Brownie
Scout flower bed last night? Or did I dream it?”
Mrs. McGuire handed her the morning paper.
“It was true, Vevi. See, the story of what happened is on the front
page. The Brownies are mentioned too.”
Vevi read every word of the story for herself. The item told of Mrs.
Gabriel’s arrest and confinement in jail. Related also, was the part
the Brownies had played in the capture.
“Oh, by the way,” Mrs. McGuire said after the little girl had finished
her breakfast. “Miss Mohr telephoned a few minutes ago. All the
Brownies are to meet at the library directly after lunch. She said
something about an extra special surprise.”
“But the Brownies had a meeting last night, Mother. Why are we meeting
again so soon?”
“She didn’t say, dear.”
“Maybe it is about our flower bed,” Vevi speculated. “I think that must
be it.”
The little girl helped her mother with the housework. She dusted the
furniture and wiped dishes. Time seemed to pass very slowly. All the
while, she kept speculating upon why Miss Mohr would call a special
meeting of the Brownie troop.
As soon as luncheon was over, Vevi changed into her Brownie uniform.
Carrying her red umbrella, she splashed along the sloppy streets toward
the library. It was not raining much now, but the gutters ran deep with
muddy water.
Vevi had not gone many blocks when she had to wait at an intersection
for a traffic light.
As she stood there, a taxi came up very fast. The light changed and the
cab halted with a screech of brakes. It stopped so suddenly beside
Vevi, that she felt her legs being splashed with dirty water.
She jumped back, very much annoyed at the driver.
“Sorry,” apologized the cab man, leaning out of the taxi window. “I
shouldn’t have tried to make the light, but my customer is in a big
rush to catch a train.”
Vevi glanced into the back of the cab and was surprised to see that the
passenger was Mr. Piff.
“Why, are you leaving Rosedale?” she asked.
“Am I?” he replied. “The flower show is washed up--finished. This rain
was the last straw. I’m getting out of this hick town for good.”
“Rosedale is nice,” Vevi answered. “It’s not a hick town--”
She had no chance to say more. Just then the light changed to green
again. The cab sped on, disappearing down the street.
Crossing the street, Vevi went on to the library. She glanced quickly
toward the flower bed.
To her disappointment, it appeared exactly as it had the previous
night. Dirt was scattered everywhere on the grass and so were the
broken tulip bulbs.
“I guess Peter Van Der Lann was joking about magic,” she thought.
“Nothing is changed.”
All of the Brownies except Hanny had arrived at the library ahead of
Vevi. As soon as she came into the story room, Miss Gordon and Miss
Mohr signaled for silence.
“Girls,” the librarian announced, “we have all been invited to
Peter’s--I mean to Mr. Van Der Lann’s home for a little outing. This
rain has rather spoiled our plans, but I’m sure we’ll have a fine time
in any event.”
“Will we have to walk?” Rosemary asked, rather dismayed. “I didn’t
bring my umbrella or a raincoat.”
Miss Mohr assured the girls that the nurseryman would come for them in
his truck. He was expected at any moment.
“He’s here now,” reported Connie a moment later. She had been watching
from the window. “He’s driving up in front.”
“Come girls,” urged Miss Gordon. “We mustn’t keep him waiting.”
The Brownies put on their coats and went outside.
“Why, it’s stopped raining!” cried Jane, holding up her hand to see if
she could catch any drops. “The sun is trying to peek through a cloud.”
“We’ll have a fine day yet!” exclaimed Sunny. “Hurrah for Windmill
Farm!”
Mr. Van Der Lann helped the children into the truck. Miss Mohr and the
Brownie leader rode up front.
During the ride to the farm, the nurseryman was in very high spirits.
He declared that everything had gone extremely well for him and for
Hanny.
“Now that I have won first prize for the Golden Beauty tulip, nearly
everyone wants to buy my stock of bulbs,” he said. “I have arranged to
sell them all to one eastern dealer at a very high price.”
“I will get to stay in America,” added Hanny happily.
Mr. Van Der Lann had arranged a pleasant afternoon for the Brownies at
Windmill Farm. He told the girls they might pick all the tulips they
liked, ride in the dog cart and even in the boat.
“Not the boat,” laughed Vevi. “It leaks.”
“Oh, I repaired it yesterday,” the nurseryman assured her. “Mr. and
Mrs. Mattox will not annoy you either, should you drift past their
place. The sheriff took them to jail today for questioning.”
“Then it has been established that they aided Mrs. Gabriel?” questioned
Miss Gordon.
“Yes, they worked with her in smuggling gems into this country from
Holland. I long suspected it, but could prove nothing and so remained
quiet.”
“I guess the Brownies were pretty smart to catch Mrs. Gabriel digging
up the tulips!” Vevi chuckled.
At Windmill Farm, the Brownies found Hanny and the housekeeper busy
in the spic and span kitchen. The room was fragrant with the smell of
baking. Little cakes had been taken from the oven and now were being
beautifully frosted.
“Why, we must be having a party!” laughed Connie.
Now the Brownies could not imagine why everyone seemed so happy at
Windmill Farm. Nor could they understand the reason Mr. Van Der Lann
had gone to so much trouble just for them.
“I think someone is keeping a secret from us,” guessed Connie. “Isn’t
that right?”
“It could be,” admitted Miss Mohr.
“Tell us!” pleaded Rosemary.
“Later--”
“Right now!” teased the Brownies.
“Shall we tell them?” Miss Mohr asked, turning to Hanny’s uncle.
“Why keep them in suspense?” he replied. “Let the news be known.”
“I want to pass the little cakes!” cried Hanny in excitement.
She made everyone sit in the living room. Then she passed the
refreshments, giving every Brownie one of the delicately frosted cakes.
Now the girls were not very hungry, having finished their lunches only
a short while before. Being polite, however, they did not mention this.
Vevi was the first to break open her little cake.
“Why, there’s a piece of paper in mine!” she exclaimed.
“Read it,” urged Hanny. “I already know the good news.”
Vevi spread out the strip of paper. Two names had been printed on it.
She read them aloud.
“Peter Van Der Lann and Miss Mohr!” she exclaimed, not understanding
why the names had been baked into the cake.
“Peter and I are to be married in a few days,” the librarian announced.
“We decided to have the wedding so soon because Peter must go to New
York with his tulip bulbs. We’ll call it our honeymoon.”
Now the Brownies were delighted to hear that Miss Mohr was to wed.
They were especially glad that Hanny would have someone as nice as the
librarian to look after her.
“If you are to be married right away, I don’t suppose there will be a
big wedding,” Vevi remarked.
“Oh, we couldn’t omit that,” smiled the librarian. “We plan a wonderful
church wedding. Hanny is to be the ring bearer. I want all the Brownies
to be there.”
“As bridesmaids?” Vevi asked quickly.
Miss Mohr explained that Miss Gordon and some of her older friends
would act as maids. She promised though that the Brownies would have a
special pew in the church.
After refreshments had been enjoyed, the Brownies went outside to play.
Never had Windmill Farm looked so beautiful. The rain had made the
grass fresh and green. Tulips were bent over and heavy with water, but
the bright sun was reviving them.
“I want to ride in the boat!” declared Connie quickly.
“I’m going to pick tulips,” announced Rosemary. “A bouquet of nothing
but bright pink ones.”
“I want to pick flowers too,” declared Jane. “My bouquet will be
purple.”
Sunny announced that she intended to watch the windmill for awhile and
then ride with Connie in the boat.
“What will you do, Vevi?” asked Hanny.
Vevi had been thinking over her choice very carefully.
“I will ride in the dog cart,” she announced. “I want that old Bruno to
know who is boss!”
While the others went toward the tulip fields, Hanny and Vevi ran to
the barn to find the dog. They hitched him to the cart. Vevi climbed in
and picked up the reins.
“Now start him easy,” Hanny instructed. “If he tries to run away again,
I will punish him.”
The big dog however, seemed to know that with Hanny there, he could not
play tricks. When Vevi said “Giddap!” he moved off at a very slow walk.
After a minute or two, the little girl wished that he would go faster.
Bruno though, did not feel like trotting or running. He ambled lazily
toward the cheese house and then on past the little house where Mr.
Van Der Lann had stored his Golden Beauty tulip bulbs.
Vevi noticed that the door no longer was locked.
“I guess your uncle has moved his bulbs somewhere else,” she remarked
to Hanny who was walking along beside the cart.
“What?” inquired Hanny, not understanding.
Vevi repeated what she had said, and pointed to the open door.
Hanny stopped short, staring at it.
“That door shouldn’t be open!” she cried. “I’m sure Uncle Peter hasn’t
moved the bulbs. We have always kept them there.”
Hanny ran over to the little house. Vevi dropped the reins and
scrambled out of the dog cart. Thus released, Bruno trotted off toward
the canal. Neither of the girls noticed.
Hanny had reached the open door. She pushed it back so she could look
at the padlock.
“It has been broken!” she exclaimed. “Oh, Vevi!”
Hanny darted into the room where the precious Golden Beauty tulip bulbs
had been stored. Vevi kept close behind.
It was dark inside though, and she could see nothing.
Hanny groped for the light switch and finally found it. As she switched
it on, the room was fully illuminated.
Both girls looked quickly at the wall shelves. All of the tulip bulbs
were gone!
“Someone has taken them!” gasped Hanny. “A wicked thief has broken in
here and stolen Uncle Peter’s Golden Beauty stock!”
_Chapter 20_