Hanny carefully set the crate down. Then she came flying back to rejoin Vevi in the mill.
“Our tulip is still safe!” she exclaimed. “I have covered it with the box. Now it will be protected even if the other tulips are ruined.”
Vevi had noticed the place where Hanny had set down the box.
“It was the Golden Beauty that you covered,” she said. “I am sure of it, Vevi. But I will never tell.”
The old mill was a chilly and uncomfortable place in which to stand. Hanny said that the barn, directly across the yard, was a much better shelter from which to watch the storm.
“Let’s make a run for it,” she urged. “The rain is coming.”
Together the girls dashed across the open space. Midway there, Vevi spied her lost beanie snagged against a fence post. She darted aside to rescue it. Before she could reach the barn, rain began to come down in torrents.
“Hurry! Hurry!” Hanny shouted, holding the barn door open for her.
Vevi dashed in, her Brownie uniform splashed with raindrops.
For several minutes the rain came in a great sheet. Then abruptly, it let up.