Just then a car drove up. Mrs. Allison was at the wheel, but with her were several ladies.
“At least we’ll have someone!” laughed Sunny, greatly relieved.
After that a number of friends Miss Gordon had made at the beach began to arrive. Mr. Fulsom came, bringing two other men. Then there followed a steady stream of visitors, persons the Brownies never before had seen or knew only slightly.
“I guess everyone at Silver Beach heard about our exhibition!” Jane declared happily.
“Everyone except Captain Tarwell,” said Vevi. “I thought he would surely come.”
The afternoon wore on and still the old seaman did not appear. All the Brownies were disappointed, for more than anyone else, they wanted him to see their shells.
“We may as well put everything away,” Jane said at last. “It’s getting late.”
“Let’s wait just a few more minutes,” pleaded Vevi. “I’m sure Captain Tarwell will come.”
“I think he will too,” agreed Miss Gordon. “We can’t wait too long though. Now, does the organization have any unfinished business, anything to be done before we leave Silver Beach?”
“Vevi never gave her bird report,” Jane reminded the group.