“It won’t do any harm to be there a little early,” Vevi said. “That way, Mrs. Allison will be sure the Brownies haven’t forgotten.”
Miss Gordon smiled and told the two girls they might walk on ahead if they liked. “We’ll come as quickly as we can,” she promised.
In leaving the cottage, Vevi recalled that she had not fed her pets that morning.
“I must keep up Clover’s strength, or he won’t win the race this afternoon,” she declared.
Vevi fed the turtle, and then dropped a little grain in Snow White’s cage.
“Your pigeon needs exercise,” Connie said. “Why not let him fly away, Vevi? You know you can’t take him home when we leave here Monday.”
“Maybe Miss Gordon will let me.”
“You know she won’t, Vevi. Besides, you have no place where you could keep a bird except for a few days. Let him go now, Vevi.”
“He might get lost again.”
“You’ll have to let him go by tomorrow at the latest,” Connie said severely. “So why not now?”