The children halted, proudly showing the bulbs.
“We found ’em,” one of the older boys said.
“Why, those look just like the Golden Beauty culls that Hanny gave me,” Vevi commented as she gazed at the fistful of bulbs.
“I’ve got some bigger ones,” announced another child in the group. He opened his hands to show the girls several large, plump bulbs.
“They do look like onions,” declared Connie. “In Holland when times were hard, the people ate bulbs for food. Miss Mohr told me so.”
Vevi thought that the bulbs, except for a few, looked like extremely good ones.
“Where did you find them?” she asked.
One of the boys indicated the direction from which he and the others had come. “Down the street a ways,” he said. “They were lying in a culvert.”
“Thrown away?” Vevi asked in amazement.
“Sure. Someone dumped a lot of ’em there.”