“There!” she exclaimed. “Now can you see?”
Vevi and Connie looked about them. The walls of the room were lined with homemade shelves on which were stored large, plump objects which were difficult to identify in the shadowy light.
“Onions!” Vevi exclaimed, finally making out their shape.
She was bitterly disappointed. For that matter, so was Connie.
“Not onions,” corrected Hanny. “Look again.”
“Tulip bulbs?” Connie asked.
“Yes,” Hanny acknowledged. “Our very best ones are kept here. The temperature is carefully controlled. Uncle Peter and I call this place our treasure house.”
Connie and Vevi were so disappointed they could not say a word.
For days they had been speculating about the mystery of the little locked house. They had convinced themselves that this room contained something very startling and wonderful. And now to learn that it was only a storeroom for bulbs!
Hanny seemed to sense how her friends felt. At any rate, she chuckled as if enjoying their astonishment.