Jane looked troubled. “I don’t like jellyfish,” she announced. “I wouldn’t pick up one for anything in the world.”
“Neither would I,” shuddered Sunny. “I’d rather look for sand dollars.”
“Wait until you see our jellyfish,” laughed Miss Gordon.
Now, unknown to the Brownie Scouts, she and Connie’s mother had filled balloons with water, tying them securely with string. The balloons were every color of the rainbow. After Miss Gordon had dropped them into the shallow water, they did gleam like real jellyfish.
“A prize to the Brownie who finds the most jellyfish!” Miss Gordon spurred the girls on.
With shouts of laughter, the Brownies dashed into the water. The waves were tossing the jellyfish about, and it wasn’t easy to find them.
Rosemary got her hands on the first one, a yellow balloon. But when she lifted it out of the water, it slipped from her fingers. A wave swept it toward Jane, who grabbed it and held on.
“It’s my jellyfish!” she cried.
Vevi managed to get a balloon next and then Connie was able to seize one. In getting it though, she pierced the rubber with her fingernail. The water oozed out and she held only a flat piece of rubber.
“Connie’s got an old dead jellyfish!” Sunny Davidson teased. “Does that count, Miss Gordon?”