“When will Rosedale have its flower show?” inquired Sunny Davidson. Miss Mohr explained that the exact date had not yet been set. It would depend, she said, upon the weather, and when the tulips reached the climax of bloom. “This year Mrs. Langley hopes to interest all garden growers and possibly the commercial raisers,” she added. “We want our show to be the best ever!” “Speaking of commercial growers, reminds me of something!” spoke up Miss Gordon. “Do you girls know Peter Van Der Lann?” The Brownies had never heard the name. Miss Mohr however, knew it well. “Peter Van Der Lann is the young Dutchman who started a tulip nursery here last fall,” she declared. “His little niece, Hanny, often comes to the library to read.” “A charming little girl,” added Miss Gordon warmly. “Just the right age to be a Brownie too--eight, I believe.” The Brownies now were very quiet, thinking about Hanny. Then Connie spoke. “I saw her once, I think. She was buying a lolly-pop at the drugstore. She had long shining yellow braids and very blue eyes. But she wore big wooden shoes!” “_Klompen_,” supplied Miss Mohr, using the Dutch name. “Hanny only wore them when she first came to Rosedale months ago. She wears regular American shoes now. She has improved her English a great deal too.” “Would she want to be a Brownie Scout?” Jane Tuttle asked, doubt in her voice. “I’m certain she would,” replied Miss Gordon. “Holland has a Brownie organization too, you know. There, Brownies are called _Kabouters_ which means Little Elves.” The girls plied Miss Gordon with eager questions about Hanny and the country from which she had come. In the midst of the conversation, someone tapped lightly on the door of the story room. Another librarian entered to speak to Miss Mohr. “I am so sorry to interrupt,” she apologized. “A caller is here by the name of Ashley Piff. He insists upon seeing both Miss Mohr and Miss Gordon. He says it is about the garden show.” Neither Miss Gordon nor the librarian ever had heard of anyone named Mr. Piff. “I’ll see him,” Miss Mohr decided. “The Brownie meeting was just ending anyway.” She reminded the girls not to forget the regular story hour the following week. Then with Miss Gordon she went out into the main reading room to talk to the stranger. The Brownies donned their beanies and jackets. Gathering up their school books, they too sauntered outside. Mr. Piff was a short, stubby man with a black derby hat. He spoke too loudly for the library. His words carried clearly to every part of the quiet room. “Now this is my proposition,” the Brownies heard him say. “I am a professional promoter of flower shows. If you ring me in on the deal, I’ll put on a celebration that will be the talk of the town for years! We’ll lift your little show out of the amateur class, and make it a hum-dinger. What d’you say?”