“Sorry,” apologized the cab man, leaning out of the taxi window. “I shouldn’t have tried to make the light, but my customer is in a big rush to catch a train.”
Vevi glanced into the back of the cab and was surprised to see that the passenger was Mr. Piff.
“Why, are you leaving Rosedale?” she asked.
“Am I?” he replied. “The flower show is washed up—finished. This rain was the last straw. I’m getting out of this hick town for good.”
“Rosedale is nice,” Vevi answered. “It’s not a hick town—”
She had no chance to say more. Just then the light changed to green again. The cab sped on, disappearing down the street.
Crossing the street, Vevi went on to the library. She glanced quickly toward the flower bed.
To her disappointment, it appeared exactly as it had the previous night. Dirt was scattered everywhere on the grass and so were the broken tulip bulbs.
“I guess Peter Van Der Lann was joking about magic,” she thought. “Nothing is changed.”
All of the Brownies except Hanny had arrived at the library ahead of Vevi. As soon as she came into the story room, Miss Gordon and Miss Mohr signaled for silence.