“There she is!” she exclaimed. “Veve’s right! She does have a bag!”
“I told you so!” declared Veve shrilly.
Miss Gordon watched the old lady until she was blocked from view by the trees.
“Where do you suppose she’s going?” speculated Sunny. “She can’t be in the park just for the fun of it, because she’s in such a hurry.”
“She does appear to have business here,” Miss Gordon admitted. “The trail she is taking leads over the bridge and to the spring.”
“She can’t carry water in her sack!” laughed Veve. “I wish we knew more about her. I know! Why don’t we manage to meet her at the spring and ask a few questions?”
“We need water too,” declared Connie, indicating the empty thermos bottle.
“I don’t want to go,” said Jane, who sometimes liked to be contrary. “It’s a long walk to the spring.”
“I’d rather stay here in the tree house,” agreed Rosemary.
Sunny and Eileen sided with Veve and Connie, urging that they be allowed to head the woman off at the spring.