“We have a perfect right to be here,” Connie told him firmly. “Captain Tarwell gave the Brownies permission to hold a shell exhibition here Sunday. We’re going to fix up the cottage and invite a lot of people.”
“Then everyone will be coming here.” Jamie was aghast. “I won’t be able to stay?”
“Not unless you want to be seen,” Connie informed him.
Jamie was silent awhile, thinking matters over.
“I won’t go back home,” he announced. “Mr. Green has promised me a job at his pigeon loft. I start in there tomorrow morning. Maybe he will let me sleep at his house.”
“Your father won’t like it,” Connie said severely. “We can’t promise not to tell him we’ve seen you either.”
“Tell if you want to,” Jamie shrugged. “He can’t make me go back because I know—”
The boy broke off quickly, acting as if he had said too much.
As Jamie started to leave, Vevi remembered to thank him for finding Clover.
“It was nothing,” the boy answered. “I caught him easy. He ought to win the race Saturday for the Brownies. Just be careful you don’t scare him when you start him off.”