“We ought to tell Miss Mohr what we are doing,” Connie suggested. “Maybe she will tell us how to do it right.”
“Oh, anyone can plant tulip bulbs,” Vevi said carelessly. “Hanny told me how.”
Nevertheless, the three girls went into the building to find Miss Mohr. Another librarian told them that she had left twenty minutes earlier with Peter Van Der Lann.
“We don’t need anyone to tell us how to plant,” Vevi insisted. “It’s easy.”
“I guess it will be all right,” Connie agreed with a troubled frown. “Only the Brownies may not like it. They may want other flowers in the bed.”
“Tulips are the very best,” Vevi declared. “And Golden Beauties are the nicest bulbs.”
“The only thing—you aren’t sure you’re planting Golden Beauties,” Jane teased. “For all you know, they may be Mrs. Gabriel’s tulips!”
“No such thing,” Vevi insisted, opening the bag. “These are my culls.”
“What’s a cull?” Jane asked for she was unfamiliar with the word.
“That means a bulb that isn’t as good as the regular stock,” Vevi explained. “It will bloom though. Hanny said so.”