“Such a fuss about a few stupid tulip bulbs,” Vevi said. “What’s the matter with her anyhow?”
“She’s an old fussbudget,” Jane returned. “Why did that one bag of bulbs mean so much to her?”
“She spoke especially of the pellets that were with the bulbs,” Connie said reflectively. “Whoever heard of setting such store by fertilizer?”
“Anyway, the bulbs are planted now,” Vevi said with a nervous giggle. “Do you suppose she’ll try to make me pay for ’em?”
“She might,” Connie returned. “Mrs. Gabriel said the bulbs were worth a small fortune.”
“That’s silly,” Vevi declared. “Even the best tulip bulbs shouldn’t cost more than a dollar or two a dozen.”
“Some do, I think,” Connie said. “We must have planted at least four dozen.”
“That would amount to eight or ten dollars at least,” Jane computed. “Vevi, if she decides to make trouble, you’re really in for it.”
“Pooh! I’m not worried.”
However, Vevi was only trying to put up a good front. Actually she was deeply concerned. She knew Mrs. Gabriel might accuse her of taking the tulip bulbs on purpose.