“The first prize hasn’t been awarded yet,” Hanny said, breathing naturally again. “Uncle Peter still has a chance.” Again the judges paused, this time beside the table on which stood the Golden Beauty. They whispered together. Then one of the men pinned the blue ribbon on Peter Van Der Lann’s choice flower. “He’s won first prize!” shouted Vevi. “Hurrah!” Hanny couldn’t say a word. Tears streamed down her cheeks. This time, however, they were tears of happiness. Everyone crowded about the nurseryman, offering congratulations. At once, flower lovers began asking him how they could obtain bulbs of the Golden Beauty for fall planting. Mr. Piff pushed through the throng to shake Peter’s hand. “Congratulations!” he boomed. “Mr. Van Der Lann, you and I will have to make a deal. I understand you have a good stock of bulbs on hand. Now that you’ve won first prize, I can arrange to sell them for you at a fancy price. My commission will be very small--” “You will receive no commission from me,” the nurseryman broke in. He made it plain that he wanted nothing whatsoever to do with the promoter. “I have already arranged to sell my entire stock to a large seed house in the East. Now that I have won the blue ribbon, the bulbs will command a good price.” Hanny was so happy over her uncle’s good fortune that she scarcely could contain her joy. She went skipping over the grounds, telling everyone about the Golden Beauty. “Now you know why I called the locked room our treasure house!” she said to Vevi. “All those fine bulbs that are stored there will be worth their weight in gold.” “My, I wish the Brownies had a bed of Golden Beauty tulips,” remarked Rosemary Fritche, who had listened to the talk. “So do I,” added Vevi wistfully. “I will give you some of the bulbs,” Hanny offered. “Not of the Golden Beauty?” Rosemary asked in amazement. Hanny nodded. “I will give you some of the culls,” she promised. “They are bulbs that are too small to sell. Each one will bear a flower, but it will not be large.” “That wouldn’t matter,” Vevi said. “When may we have the bulbs?” “Come to Windmill Farm when we leave here and I will give you a bag of them,” Hanny offered. Throughout most of the day, the Brownie Scouts remained at the Langley estate. They took turns working at the flower stand. Tussie-mussie bouquets sold very well at twenty-five cents each. The girls also disposed of many tulips. When they sold out, Mr. Van Der Lann and Hanny drove to Windmill Farm in the truck to bring more flowers. “My, but the Brownies have made a lot of money,” Jane Tuttle remarked, jingling the coins in the cash box. “Shall we count it?” “Let’s,” agreed Vevi. “You start on the nickels and pennies. I will take the dimes and quarters.” The large coins were easy to count. Vevi reported very quickly that they amounted to ten dollars and forty cents. Jane had to count the pennies and nickels twice. She kept getting mixed up.