“Are there any more?” Jane asked eagerly.
“Scads of ’em.”
“Let’s get some,” Jane proposed to her friends. “Come on, before they’re all gone.”
Forgetting their plan to plant Vevi’s tulips, the three girls raced down the street.
A block away, at the street corner, they saw the open culvert. Just as the boys had said, there lay hundreds of tulips, dumped on the street.
“Well, did you ever!” exclaimed Jane, amazed by the sight. “Who would throw away valuable tulips?”
“And so many of them!” gasped Connie. “Tulip bulbs are expensive. Why, there must be twenty or thirty dollars worth here at least!”
“Let’s pick them all up,” proposed Jane excitedly. “The ones we don’t want for our own gardens, we can sell!”
A few of the bulbs had broken open or had been crushed. Many were in perfect condition. The girls filled their skirts, not stopping until they had gathered every bulb.
“We can take them to my house,” Jane said. “My, but we have a lot of ’em. Enough for a wonderful garden.”