“Impossible!” he snorted. “It’s been parked right where it is all day.”
Judy and Holly looked at each other. They could have made a mistake. Green cars were common, just as Horace had said. The typewriter wasn’t in the shop, and neither was the boy who had been seen driving a green car. Voices came from the upper floor, but they were indistinct. Then, suddenly, something was dropped with a loud thud. Holly jumped.
“My wife,” Mr. Sammis explained. “She’s always dropping things. Did you find anything you want?”
“Not yet,” Judy replied. She and Holly had been looking through the box of old cards. Near the bottom Judy found a little booklet marked School Souvenir.
“Here’s something for the September exhibit,” she said as she opened it.
“But that’s for the close of school,” Holly objected, reading over her shoulder. The illuminated verse read:
Oh! Swift the time has fled away
As fleeting as the rose
Since school began its opening day
Till now its day of close.