“I have not! She gave me a ride part way home from Windmill Farm yesterday. I was nice as pie to her.”
Vevi was a little worried to know that Mrs. Gabriel was looking for her. She could not think of anything she had done or said that would cause the woman to seek her.
Leaving the library, the three girls went out to look at the flower bed.
The plot was circular, nicely rounded in the center. It had been deeply spaded and the soil raked until it was nearly as fine as sand grains.
“I’ll bet my tulips would grow fast here!” Vevi said. “If I plant them right away, maybe they will bloom by summer.”
“Dope!” chided Jane. “Tulips only bloom in the Spring.”
“Maybe it depends on when you plant them,” Vevi argued. “Folks plant bulbs in the fall for Spring blooms. So if you plant in the Spring, why wouldn’t the flowers come in summer?”
“And if you plant in the summer, I suppose the tulips would bloom in the winter!” Connie joked. “Oh, Vevi!”
“You heard Miss Mohr say I could plant tulips.”
“She did, that’s true,” Connie admitted.