“You really must see Mrs. Langley,” replied Miss Mohr. “She is in charge. Personally though, I’m not in favor of turning our lovely garden show into a cheap commercial festival.” “Nor am I,” added Miss Gordon firmly. “You don’t get the idea,” protested Mr. Piff. “It would be a commercial project--true. There would be money in it for everyone. Rosedale and all the merchants would profit. The Brownies--” “Our organization cannot take part in such an enterprise,” Miss Gordon said emphatically. “We have promised to help Mrs. Langley with the annual garden show. That however, is an entirely different matter.” Mr. Piff realized that he could not change the teacher’s mind. “Okay, if that’s your decision,” he said. “You’ll regret it though. Now can you direct me to the nursery of Peter Van Der Lann?” Miss Mohr showed Mr. Piff on a map how to reach the nearby farm. “I’ll never find the place by myself,” he said. “How about driving out there with me?” Miss Mohr started to refuse, but before she could do so, Mr. Piff went on: “Isn’t it nearly closing time here at the library?” “In ten minutes. But--” “It shouldn’t take long to drive out to the nursery,” Mr. Piff said briskly. “My car is at the door. Now it would be a great favor to a stranger who doesn’t know the community. I’ll take anyone who wants to go, and bring you back too.” Miss Mohr really did not care to make the trip. But Mr. Piff was very persuasive. He pointed out that it was a lovely afternoon for a drive in the country. Finally, he convinced both young women that they should accompany him. “May we go too?” demanded Vevi. She always liked to ride in a car. Her request did not appear to please Mr. Piff. He managed to smile though, and said he would take as many Brownies as the sedan would accommodate. “I have to go home right away,” spoke up Jane. “So do I,” said Sunny. Rosemary also turned down the invitation. Vevi and Connie were the only two Brownies to go. They sat in the back seat of the big brown sedan, while Miss Mohr and Miss Gordon rode up front with Mr. Piff. As the car sped along the open country road, the promotor talked at great length. He kept telling the two young women about his elaborate plans for the flower festival. “I want to interest every tulip grower in the community,” he said grandly. “This will be the biggest affair Rosedale has ever had!” Connie and Vevi fairly tingled with excitement to hear Mr. Piff describe everything he intended to do. The Brownie leader and Miss Mohr were less impressed. In fact, both women seemed rather relieved when finally the car came within view of the Van Der Lann nursery. “Oh, see the cute Dutch windmill!” cried Vevi as the car rolled over a hilltop. The tower-like wooden building stood nearly fifty feet high on a slight rise of land. Because it had been painted red, blue and green, the unique structure could be seen from a long distance. Four large wind flaps turned lazily in the breeze.