“There’s the boat!” Connie exclaimed a few minutes later as they came within view of the Adventurer, tied up at the wharf.
“But where is Mrs. Allison and her husband?” asked Vevi. “I guess we are here too early.”
The cabin cruiser was completely deserted. Dew lay heavy on its decks and the canvas covers had not been removed.
“I hope Mrs. Allison didn’t forget,” Vevi said anxiously as she and Connie walked out on the dock.
“Oh, she’ll be along. It’s early. We’re the only persons anywhere around.”
“Let’s go aboard,” proposed Vevi.
Connie hung back. “Oh, should we? Maybe Mrs. Allison wouldn’t like it.”
“She won’t care, Connie. We won’t hurt anything. I want to peek inside the cabin before the other Brownies get here.”
“Oh, all right,” Connie consented reluctantly. “We’ll get on for just a minute. Then we’ll get right off and wait for Mrs. Allison.”
Still carrying the pigeon cage, Vevi scrambled aboard. The boat was rocking gently up and down on the waves.