At last twelve o’clock came, and she found Jerry waiting outside the school door.
“Come along,” he cried. “We don’t want to lose any time.” And catching her by the arm he hurried her along the street till they reached the long wall.
“Aren’t you going to wait at the gate?” Cassy asked as Jerry, without pausing, went on.
“No, we are to go around to the other side. ’Way round where the horses go into the stable.”
They found no difficulty in getting in, and, after walking the length of the garden path, they came upon their friend, the gardener, sitting on a wheelbarrow. He looked up as they came near.
“Well, here you are,” he greeted them cordially. “Didn’t forget the time. Sun’s noon high and a few minutes past. Now then, my little lass, we’ll go find your plant; I’ve got it safe and sound for you.”
Cassy’s eyes opened wide.
“My little plant?”
“Yes, didn’t brother tell you?”
Cassy shook her head.