“I think the festival on Mrs. Langley’s estate will be very nice,” Miss Mohr told the girls. “The Brownies will wear Dutch costumes, and wooden shoes. All the money we make will be for our own organization.”
It was after four-thirty when the meeting finally came to an end. Vevi and Hanny were among the last to leave the library. Arm in arm they walked along the street together.
“I am going to like being a Brownie,” Hanny told her new friend. “Why, I hope I can attend every single meeting.”
The children were passing a drugstore window. Vevi stopped to look at a poster which advertised the coming festival. The placard did not mention the preliminary show on Mrs. Langley’s estate but told about the three-day celebration which would follow.
Vevi was reading the poster when a sudden gust of wind whipped her Brownie uniform about her knees.
At the same instant off went her brown beanie into the gutter.
“Whoops!” Vevi exclaimed, scampering after the rolling headgear.
As she snatched the beanie from the street an automobile came to a jerky halt at the curb. The strange woman Vevi knew as Mrs. Gabriel was at the wheel. She tooted her horn and glared at the little girl.
“Don’t you know better than to dash out into the street!” she scolded. “I might have run you down.”
Vevi had been a little careless. However, she never had come very close to the automobile.