Hanny walked with her to the gate. The bus did not run very often, so Vevi set off afoot.
At first the bag of tulip bulbs did not seem very heavy. But as she trudged on over the rolling hills, it seemed to take on added weight. Several times she had to stop and set it down on the pavement a moment to rest her arm.
“My I wish someone would offer me a ride,” she thought wearily.
Two cars sped past. The drivers did not appear to notice the tired little girl.
Presently, another automobile rolled over a hill, coming from the direction of the Mattox Farm. Vevi glanced hopefully over her shoulder.
Noticing that the driver of the car was Mrs. Gabriel she was certain she would not be offered a ride.
She was surprised, therefore, when the big powerfully-built automobile coasted to a standstill beside her.
“Hello, little girl,” said Mrs. Gabriel in a very friendly voice. “May I give you a lift to Rosedale?”
Now Vevi did not like Mrs. Gabriel. She wanted to turn down the ride, but she was dreadfully tired.
“Thank you,” she accepted politely, “This bag is very heavy.”