“He’d have gone for it if you had spoken a single favorable word,” Mr. Piff went on. “What do you have against me anyhow?”
“Nothing,” returned the librarian. She spoke shortly for she had lost all patience with the promoter.
For awhile, Mr. Piff drove in moody silence. Once though, when Vevi lowered the rear window a trifle, he yelled at her to put it up again.
The children decided they never had met a more disagreeable man than the promoter. They were glad, though, that they had made the trip to Windmill Farm, for otherwise they would not have become acquainted with Hanny and her uncle.
“Let’s go back there some day after school,” Vevi proposed.
“So you can ride in the dog cart again?” teased Connie.
Vevi made a grimace. “I’m not afraid of that old dog!” she insisted. “Next time I’ll take a switch and make him obey! I want to see the inside of the old mill.”
“So do I, Vevi. Maybe we can go out there again next week, if our mothers will let us.”
“Some of the flowers should be in bloom by then,” Vevi went on. “I’d like to load the boat with them and float down to the Mattox place.”
“And be run off,” Connie added with a laugh. “That’s you, Vevi, always ready for trouble.”