“Bruno!” she yelled. Then she uttered a command in Dutch. Vevi could not understand it, but the dog did. At any rate, he stopped so suddenly that she nearly was tossed out of the cart again.
Connie grasped the dog’s harness. Vevi slid out of the cart as fast as she could.
“You bad dog, you!” she said crossly.
The little girl in the blue dress came running up. Her blue eyes were dancing with merriment.
“Oh, Bruno isn’t a bad dog,” she defended him. “He is a very good dog. He carries our milk and does much hard work here on the farm.”
“Well, he nearly dumped me into the canal,” Vevi said, straightening the crumpled skirt of her Brownie uniform.
“That was because you did not treat him right. If you would like a ride in the cart, I will make him haul you very nicely.”
“No thanks,” Vevi turned down the invitation. “I’d rather ride in a car—or a boat.”
“You must be Hanny,” said Connie, smiling in a friendly way.
“How did you know my name?” the other asked in surprise.