“They do look just like onions!” Jane laughed. “I hope Mother doesn’t use them for a stew.”
“All of the bulbs are the same size, large and plump,” Connie noticed. “That is, all but about twenty or so. Vevi, you don’t suppose—”
She was intending to ask Vevi if by any chance she might have mixed up one of the bags with Hanny’s culls. Before she could do so, however, Jane interrupted:
“If we’re going to plant tulips, let’s get at it!” she urged. “It’s nearly lunch time now.”
Jane asked permission of her mother to go to Vevi’s house. Carrying the digging tools, the girls reached the McGuire home exactly at noon.
Mrs. McGuire was preparing lunch as the three Brownies stomped into the kitchen.
“Oh, here you are, Vevi,” her mother said. “I’ve telephoned everywhere, trying to find you.”
“For lunch?” the little girl asked. “I’m terribly hungry. And so are Connie and Jane. Please, may they stay?”
“Of course,” agreed Mrs. McGuire. “But it wasn’t because of lunch that I called you. While you were gone we had a visitor.”
“Not the minister?” asked Vevi.