Frantically, she dug down beneath the coins. The check was not there, or anywhere in the purse. Nor could she find it on the floor beneath the car seat.
“Looking for something?” asked Connie.
“My luggage check,” Veve whispered. “Oh, Connie, whatever shall I do? I think I dropped it in the station when I bought my lunch.”
“Oh, Veve!”
“Don’t tell Miss Gordon or the other Brownies,” Veve pleaded in a whisper.
“But they’ll have to know. How will you get your luggage without the check?”
“I—I’ll go without any clothes.”
“That’s silly. You’ll have to have your suitcase.”
“Maybe I’ll find the check, Connie. Please don’t tell the others—at least not yet. They think I’m so stupid for almost missing the train. Oh, Connie, please—”
“Say, what are you two whispering about?” demanded Jane from across the aisle. “Let us into the secret too.”