With a little squeal of dismay, she seized Connie’s hand. Not even taking time to say good-bye to Mrs. Grayson, they made a dash for it.
Already the bus had pulled up at its regular stop. Only two passengers alighted and not a single one got on.
“Hey, the driver’s not going to wait!” Veve cried in panic. “He hasn’t seen us!”
“Wait!” shrieked Connie. “Wait for us!”
Both girls were running as fast as they could and waving their arms.
The bus driver, however, did not see them. Already several minutes behind schedule, he slammed the door, and drove away.
For an instant, Connie and Veve were too stunned to say a word.
They gazed down the road at the fast disappearing bus, and then looked at each other.
“Brownies always are so punctual,” Connie said at length. “Oh, sure!”
“It wasn’t anyone’s fault,” Veve replied in a subdued voice. “It—it just happened.”