Now all the girls except Vevi had named a bird on which they would report.
“Maybe I’ll tell about a robin,” she said.
“A robin isn’t a sea bird,” Jane reminded her. “Anyway, we know all about robins.”
“Vevi will think of a bird before our meeting tomorrow,” said Mrs. Williams kindly.
“I’ll think of the best one of all,” Vevi boasted.
Miss Gordon reminded the girls again that it was time to dress. She and Mrs. Williams began to gather up their sun glasses and other possessions.
“What time is it?” inquired Connie’s mother.
Miss Gordon had slipped on her beach robe. She reached into a pocket for the wrist watch she had left there.
A strange expression came over her face. The Brownies knew at once that something was wrong.
“What is it?” questioned Vevi. “What’s happened?”