“Your neck is all red,” Connie informed her. “I think you are sunburned.”
Jane gingerly rubbed her neck which smarted and felt uncomfortable.
“I hurt all over,” she complained. “Tulips are too much work.”
“I don’t think they are,” declared Vevi, who had dug only one hole. “Anyway, it is worth while. The Brownies will have one of the nicest flower beds in Rosedale.”
“I just hope the other Brownies ’preciate all the work we’ve done,” Jane muttered. “It’s late and I’m going home.”
She began to gather up the tools. Her Brownie uniform was smudged with dirt and so were her sox.
Vevi and Connie walked along with Jane, helping her carry the tools. Vevi had picked up the empty canvas bag too, not wanting to leave it on the library lawn.
Before the girls had walked three blocks, Jane noticed someone coming toward them.
“See who is heading our way!” she directed the attention of her companions.
A woman was coming down the street. As she saw the three girls, she began to walk faster.