No one had. True, Vevi and Connie had talked with the little girl about joining the troop but they had not told her when the group would meet.
“Why don’t we hike out there right now and invite her to our next meeting?” Sunny Davidson proposed. “Anyway, I’d like to see Windmill Farm.”
“So would I,” declared Rosemary, who had heard a great deal about the nursery from her friends. “May we go right now, Miss Gordon?”
“Well—I had thought we might make scrapbooks this afternoon.”
“Can’t that wait?” pleaded Vevi. “It’s such a nice day for a hike.”
“I think so too,” agreed Miss Mohr, supporting the girls. “Let’s all go.”
Windmill Farm was only a short way into the country. The Brownie Scouts enjoyed the walk and made the most of it by noticing birds, flowers and trees as they hiked.
Presently, they came within view of the Dutch windmill. However, it was such a still day that the giant arms hung motionless.
Miss Gordon told the children that in Holland similar windmills were needed to pump water and prevent the sea from flooding lowlands. She explained, too, that the people of The Netherlands love flowers and are noted for raising especially fine tulips.
“Our best bulbs come from there,” she declared. “Since Peter Van Der Lann started his nursery here, Rosedale is rapidly becoming a known flower center. Many folks say that his imported bulbs are the best that can be bought anywhere in this country.”