Vevi noticed a small flat-bottomed boat tied up near the bridge. Its name, “GOLDEN TULIP,” had been painted in bright yellow letters on the craft.
“What an odd name for a boat!” she exclaimed. “Let’s take a ride.”
“We can’t,” Connie replied firmly. “Anyway, the canal might be deep.”
“Why, it’s shallow as anything,” Vevi corrected her. “I can see the bottom.”
“We shouldn’t do it anyway. Miss Gordon wouldn’t like it.”
Connie knew that she must be firm, for Vevi had a way of getting into trouble. Once she had hooked her sled onto an automobile, and had been carried far out into the country. On another occasion the little girl had climbed into a box car to be taken off with a circus!
“I wonder where the canal leads?” Vevi speculated, giving up the idea of a boat ride.
The children could see that the canal wound along rich farm land toward another nursery property. However, the adjoining farm did not look as well laid out or as nicely kept as Mr. Van der Lann’s place.
After tossing a stick into the canal, the girls decided it must be time to return to the house.
They were recrossing the bridge when Vevi suddenly halted.