“It couldn’t have been Mrs. Gabriel,” Jane argued. “If she had just bought the bulbs, she certainly wouldn’t throw them away.”
“Maybe they weren’t good enough for her garden,” Vevi speculated. “She’s real fussy, I guess.”
The girls stuffed as many bulbs as they could into the empty bag. The remainder they carried in their hands to Jane’s home.
“What will we do with so many tulips?” Connie asked. “Shall we use them for the Brownie Scout garden at the library?”
“Oh, no,” Vevi said in quick protest. “I want to plant my Golden Beauties there.”
“But those bulbs are only culls,” Jane argued. “Most of these are nice big fat ones.”
“Maybe size doesn’t count,” Vevi replied. “They couldn’t have been much good, or they wouldn’t have been thrown away.”
“That’s so,” agreed Connie, siding with her friend. “Maybe the bulbs are dead and won’t grow. Besides, Hanny might not like it if we don’t use her bulbs.”
“Okay,” Jane consented. “I’ll get the digging tools. We can leave these bulbs in our garage until we decide where to plant them.”
An empty shelf along one side of the garage provided a place for the bulbs. The girls lined them up in neat rows.