She signed the message, “Vevi and Connie.”
“Underline that word ‘quick’ three times,” Vevi advised.
Connie marked under the word and folded the paper until it was very small. Removing Snow
White from his basket, the girls then placed the message in the carrying cartridge on his leg.
“Oh, Snow White, do your best,” Vevi pleaded as she bore the pigeon to the railing. “Fly straight home!”
She stroked the pigeon’s glossy feathers for a bit. Then she tossed him into the air.
“He’s going to settle on that rock beyond the buoy!” Connie gasped. “Oh, that Snow White! He’s just no good.”
“Yes, he is too!” Vevi insisted logically. “He’s just getting his bearings. Give him a minute or two to get started.”
Snow White had circled the big black rock as if intending to settle on it. Vevi and Connie watched anxiously. They knew if the pigeon stopped to rest, he would never fly back to his home loft.
“There he goes!” cried Vevi jubilantly.