Jane protested that she had come down town to see the flower festival. She was not ready as yet to return home.
“Let’s look at the flowers quick then,” Vevi urged. “Most of the exhibits are at the auditorium.”
The girls walked to the centrally located public building. At the door they discovered that tickets were required in order to get inside.
“I don’t have fifty cents,” Vevi announced. “Even if I did I wouldn’t spend it to see flowers growing in pots. I would rather look at them free on Windmill Farm.”
“Anyway, hardly anyone is in the auditorium,” Connie observed, peering through the open door.
The girls caught a glimpse of a room filled with all types of spring flowers. In the center of the hall, an artificial fountain splashed into a shallow tank where goldfish swam.
“That fountain isn’t nearly as nice as the one on Mrs. Langley’s estate,” Jane said.
“There aren’t many flowers either,” added Connie. “See all the blank spaces along the wall where there should be exhibits.”
As the three were peering in, Mr. Piff came along.
“Children you are blocking the door,” he scolded. “Stand aside so that folks can get into the auditorium.”