“It’s Mrs. Gabriel,” Vevi recognized her. “She looks cross too.”
Mrs. Gabriel’s high heels were clicking like knitting needles by the time she came face to face with the trio.
“Well!” she exclaimed, glaring at Vevi. “At last I’ve found you!”
“I haven’t been anywhere,” Vevi answered innocently.
“I want my bag of tulip bulbs,” Mrs. Gabriel announced.
“Your bag,” said Vevi. “Do you mean my sack of culls that Hanny gave me?”
“Don’t try to pretend. When you rode in my car, you were carrying a bag of bulbs. Either by accident, or on purpose, you left yours behind and took one of mine. I want it back—now.”
“I took a bag of tulip bulbs. But I thought it was mine—”
“You’re carrying the empty sack now,” Mrs. Gabriel fairly screamed. “Give it to me.”
She snatched the bag from Vevi’s hand, excitedly examining the numerals.