The visitors were conducted to the greenhouse, where orchids and other tropical plants were grown. Under the glass roof it was so warm that Vevi and Connie were glad to get outside again into the fresh air. They ran on ahead of the adults to the old wishing well. “I’m going to make a wish,” declared Vevi quickly. “It’s about Mr. Piff too!” She dropped a flower petal down into the water and was very quiet for a moment. “There!” she announced. “I’ve made my wish. Now it’s your turn, Connie. What will you wish?” “No fair telling or it won’t come true.” “You can give a hint, Connie. That wouldn’t do any harm.” “My wish is about Windmill Farm.” “You’re hoping we can go there again and find out about that locked room!” Vevi instantly guessed. “Isn’t that so?” “Maybe,” laughed Connie, dropping her petal into the still water. “I won’t tell!” Just then the grownups came up the path. Mr. Piff seemed in very jubilant spirits. Vevi and Connie soon learned the reason for his good humor. He had won from Mrs. Langley a promise that she would assist financially with the commercial flower show! The purpose of his visit accomplished, Mr. Piff now was ready to leave. He hustled everyone to the car, and promptly delivered the children to their separate homes. Connie and Vevi heard no more about the flower show until the next Brownie Scout meeting at the library. Miss Gordon then told the girls that Mr. Piff had talked nearly everyone in Rosedale into cooperating in his scheme. “Everyone except Peter Van Der Lann,” Miss Mohr amended. “And the Brownies,” added Connie with a laugh. “Or will we help too?” “I have not agreed to let the organization take part,” Miss Gordon said. “I feel we should help Mrs. Langley, but I am opposed to assisting Mr. Piff in his commercial scheme. Somehow, I do not trust him.” “It would be fun though, to sell things in the show,” Rosemary Fritche remarked wistfully. “Those tussie-mussie bouquets perhaps.” “Maybe we could have a Brownie booth,” Jane Tuttle proposed. “We could wear fancy costumes.” “Dutch dresses and wooden shoes!” cried Vevi. “Maybe Hanny could help us make our costumes!” “Not so fast, children!” laughed Miss Gordon. “You’re miles ahead of me. I don’t mind if the Brownies have a booth at the regular garden show, but anything we sell must be for charity.” “May we have a booth?” Connie asked eagerly. Miss Gordon said she would talk the matter over with Mrs. Langley. She agreed with Vevi that if they did decide to help, it would be nice for the Brownies to wear colorful Dutch costumes. “Hanny probably can tell us where to get wooden shoes!” Vevi exclaimed. “When will she come to our Brownie meetings?” “Has anyone given her a definite invitation?” inquired the teacher. No one had. True, Vevi and Connie had talked with the little girl about joining the troop but they had not told her when the group would meet.