“If we are going to plant tulips we will have to do it right away,” Jane announced. “It is nearly time for me to go home now.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t plant the Golden Beauties now,” Connie suggested doubtfully. “Mrs. Gabriel might make trouble if she thinks they are her tulips.”
“They’re mine,” Vevi said. “Hanny gave them to me. Anyway, Mrs. Gabriel didn’t think so much of her precious old tulips or she wouldn’t have dumped them along the roadside.”
“Do you really think she did?” Connie asked.
“That empty bag looked exactly like one I saw in her car.”
“But your bag—the one Hanny gave you—has the same kind of markings,” Connie pointed out. “Vevi, maybe you did make a mistake and pick up the wrong one.”
“No such thing,” Vevi insisted emphatically. “Anyway, even if I did, Mrs. Gabriel got another bag of tulips better than her own. Everyone knows the Golden Beauties are the very best.”
“That’s so,” agreed Jane. “Even if there was a mix-up, she came out with good tulips. I don’t see why she’s making such a fuss.”
“Let’s plant the Brownie flower bed,” urged Connie who had wearied of the discussion. “Come on.”
Carrying the bag of bulbs and Jane’s garden tools, the girls set off for the library.