“Let’s take the purse to Mrs. Allison now,” Vevi proposed to her little friend. “I know where she lives.”
“So do I,” agreed Connie. “She has a place right on the water.”
Miss Gordon and Mrs. Williams told the girls they might go, but not to be gone long.
Mrs. Allison’s rented house was on Flower Street overlooking the bay. All along the wharf sailboats and cruisers had been tied up. Gulls and terns were flying about, now and then alighting on the water or diving into it in search of food.
“That’s Mrs. Allison’s house,” Connie said, pointing to a two-story building which extended out a short distance into the water.
“And it must be her boat tied up beside it!” added Vevi.
The craft which had drawn her gaze was a large cabin cruiser of mahogany. In the sunlight the brasswork gleamed like pure gold.
“My I’d like to take a ride in that boat!” Vevi said wistfully, “wouldn’t it be fun?”
“I wish all the Brownies could go for a spin,” Connie replied.
A plank walk led from shore out over the water to the side of the house. A railing guarded it so that one could not fall.