“Can’t we give you ride to town?” Mrs. Williams offered.
“I am a mite tuckered from my walk,” the captain admitted. “Aye, if you have room, I’ll ride along.”
By this time the Brownies had piled into the back seat, leaving the front for Mrs. Williams, Miss Gordon and the captain.
“Where’s Vevi?” demanded Mrs. Williams.
Everyone looked toward the lighthouse. Vevi was coming, but very slowly. She seemed to be holding something in her arms, beneath her brown sweater.
“Vevi!” shouted Jane. “You hurry up!”
Mrs. Williams tooted the car horn sharply three times.
Vevi began to walk faster. But despite urging by the Brownies, she would not hurry.
“What’s she got?” Jane demanded suspiciously. “She doesn’t want us to see it.”
Vevi, unaware of the danger the Brownies had been in, grinned from ear to ear as she sauntered up.