“We saw you a few minutes ago from our tree house,” said Veve, hoping to continue the conversation. “You were carrying a sack.”
The remark seemed to be a poorly chosen one.
Apparently taking offense, the old lady gave Veve a sharp glance. Without a word she gathered up the reins and drove away.
“Well, how do you like that!” exclaimed Veve, very much displeased.
“She was annoyed because you spoke of the sack!” declared Connie. “What do you suppose she had in it?”
“Something she got here in the park,” declared Eileen. “We know she hid it under the buggy seat too, thinking we might see what she had.”
“She’s a rude old woman!” Veve said crossly. “I don’t like her one bit.”
“I thought she had a nice smile,” Connie replied, staring after the disappearing buggy. “We probably seemed prying to her because we asked questions.”
“Well, what did she have in that sack?” Veve persisted.
No one could hazard a guess.