So they asked the driver to say it over once more. To make sure she wouldn’t forget, Connie then wrote it down on paper.
“If we have to wait twenty minutes each way, we may be late getting home,” she said anxiously as they took seats.
“Oh, we can hurry after we get to Wingate orchard,” Veve replied. She was not in the least worried.
The nearly empty bus whizzed along at a fast clip.
Soon it had arrived at the city line and the end of the run. The friendly bus driver told the girls it was time to get off.
“Don’t forget,” he directed them. “The Fulton bus stops across the street. It should come along in twenty minutes. Don’t miss it, because after it leaves, another isn’t due for a long while.”
“We won’t miss it,” laughed Veve. “A Brownie Scout always is punctual.”
“Some Brownies are,” Connie corrected with a laugh.
She was thinking that upon more than one occasion Veve had been tardy for Brownie meetings. Once too, when the troop was on its way to Snow Valley, she had nearly missed the train.
However, Connie was not really worried about catching the bus.