Hanny was so happy over her uncle’s good fortune that she scarcely could contain her joy. She went skipping over the grounds, telling everyone about the Golden Beauty.
“Now you know why I called the locked room our treasure house!” she said to Vevi. “All those fine bulbs that are stored there will be worth their weight in gold.”
“My, I wish the Brownies had a bed of Golden Beauty tulips,” remarked Rosemary Fritche, who had listened to the talk.
“So do I,” added Vevi wistfully.
“I will give you some of the bulbs,” Hanny offered.
“Not of the Golden Beauty?” Rosemary asked in amazement.
Hanny nodded. “I will give you some of the culls,” she promised. “They are bulbs that are too small to sell. Each one will bear a flower, but it will not be large.”
“That wouldn’t matter,” Vevi said. “When may we have the bulbs?”
“Come to Windmill Farm when we leave here and I will give you a bag of them,” Hanny offered.
Throughout most of the day, the Brownie Scouts remained at the Langley estate. They took turns working at the flower stand. Tussie-mussie bouquets sold very well at twenty-five cents each. The girls also disposed of many tulips.