“Hello,” Connie greeted her politely.
“Hello, yourself,” answered Eva Leitsall. “Why are you talking with the detective?”
Connie and Veve told her how the pickpocket had stolen Miss Gordon’s billfold and the organization’s money. Her curiosity satisfied, Eva lost interest immediately.
“Oh, that happens lots of times,” she said with a shrug. “It’s nothing at all.”
“I guess you would think it something if you lost your money,” retorted Veve. She thought Eva acted entirely too important.
“I thought you said it was Miss Gordon’s money,” Eva shot back.
“It belonged to all of us,” explained Connie. “The Brownies sold circus tickets to earn enough money to go on a camping trip. Now we may have to stay home.”
“That is bad luck,” Eva agreed. “Who are the Brownies?”
“It’s an organization,” Veve told her. “We have secret passwords and loads of fun! Last winter we spent a week at Snow Valley.”
“I wish I could belong to a club,” Eva said wistfully. “This old circus always travels, and I never have a chance to join anything.”