“Did you ever hear of a Golden tulip?” Vevi questioned, recalling the name printed on Mr. Van Der Lann’s boat.
“There are all types, Vevi. All colors too. Nurserymen constantly are trying to develop new strains.”
The driveway was fringed with pink and white dogwood trees which had splattered their petals on the gravel. A big gray sedan stood in front of the little nursery office building.
“Mr. Van Der Lann must have a customer,” Miss Mohr remarked.
The nurseryman was talking to a well-dressed woman in a navy-blue suit and fox fur. However, when the Brownie Scouts trooped into the office, he noticed the party at once. He bowed to Miss Gordon and bestowed an especially nice smile upon Miss Mohr.
“Just a moment, please,” he requested.
While they waited, the Brownies wandered about the office room. Garden tools and seeds were for sale, and there were bins of bulbs and tubers.
Connie and Vevi looked eagerly about for Hanny.
“You should find her at the house,” Mr. Van Der Lann advised.
The Brownies dashed off in search of the little Dutch girl. However, at the house, no one answered. The door to the kitchen stood ajar, but not even the housekeeper was there.