The Brownie Scouts needed no further urging. With the librarian and their leader, they followed Vevi into the darkened room overlooking the lawn.
“See, down there!” the little girl declared, pointing out the window.
The Brownies jostled each other in their eagerness to learn what was going on in the yard.
A shadowy figure could be seen on hands and knees, industriously digging up the tulip bulbs. Already many of them were scattered helter-skelter over the grass.
“Well, of all the nerve!” cried Vevi indignantly.
“It looks like Mrs. Gabriel,” declared Connie. “At least she has a tall feather on her hat, just like one Mrs. Gabriel has.”
“Let’s stop her!” exclaimed Vevi, starting for the door.
Miss Gordon grasped her hand, holding her back.
“Wait, Vevi.”
“Wait? But Miss Gordon, our tulip bed is nearly ruined now! She’s wrecking everything!”