“You’re not ill, are you, dear?” inquired Mrs. Williams.
“Oh, no! I feel fine!”
Vevi had made up her mind not to tell anyone of her plan to watch for the big turtles.
After dinner, the Brownies all gathered for a songfest at Starfish Cottage. Later, they arranged shells, printing cards for each one.
Vevi began to squirm restlessly.
“How long before we go to bed?” she asked, looking at the clock.
“Why, it’s only ten minutes after eight,” Rosemary protested. “You don’t look a bit sleepy either, Vevi McGuire!”
“We have to get up early tomorrow for the boat ride,” Vevi answered quickly.
“Yes, seven o’clock will be tapping on our door almost before we know it,” Mrs. Williams agreed. “‘Early to bed, early to rise.’”
“This is the first time I ever heard Vevi ask to go to bed early,” grumbled Jane.