“If anyone finds two buttons just alike, I’ll trade,” offered Rosemary.
Connie and Veve felt rather discouraged because they could obtain only modern, uninteresting buttons.
“Don’t give up,” Miss Gordon encouraged them. “Our search has only started, you know.”
Veve and Connie asked their friends for buttons and then tried the homes of strangers. On Friday night after school, they stopped at several places near the outskirts of Rosedale. In each instance the lady of the house regretfully told them that she had only modern buttons.
“It’s no use,” declared Veve, ready to give up.
“Let’s try one more house,” urged Connie.
Now it so happened that a Mrs. Listerstrom lived there and by chance she had kept a very pretty cameo button which had belonged to her grandmother.
“You may have it, my dear,” she said to Connie. “I’m sorry I haven’t two of them. But I know where you might find a great many old buttons.”
“Where?” demanded Veve eagerly.
Mrs. Listerstrom directed the girls to a house farther out into the country, not far from the natural park.