Finding English inadequate, Hanny spoke rapidly in Dutch, telling him everything that had happened during his absence. Mr. Van Der Lann did not have much to say until he had inspected the tulip fields. Although the high wind and rain had flattened many of the plants, they were not as badly damaged as he had feared. “Now that the sun is coming out again, they will straighten up,” he said. “We will have a good flower harvest, Hanny.” The nurseryman did not scold his niece for having forgotten about the windmill. Instead, he told her that she probably had saved the tulip field by shutting off the water. “As for Mr. and Mrs. Mattox,” he said indifferently, “give them no thought, little Hanny.” “But Uncle Peter, they came while you were away to peep under the box!” “It does not matter. Before this week has ended, everyone will have seen our beautiful tulip.” “Mrs. Mattox spoke of a tulip they are entering in the show, Uncle Peter. A cherry-rose candy stripe, she called it.” “It will not compare with our flower,” declared Mr. Van Der Lann cheerfully. “Do not worry, Hanny.” “She spoke also of a customer, Mrs. Gabriel. And a large order of tulip bulbs from Holland.” The nurseryman became attentive, listening closely as his niece related the entire conversation overheard in the hayloft. “The Mattoxes are welcome to their big order,” he said. “I can tell you no more, Hanny, except to say that you are never to talk to Mrs. Gabriel or have anything to do with her.” “But why, Uncle Peter?” “Do not ask me questions,” he said kindly. “I cannot answer, Hanny. Mrs. Gabriel is not to be trusted. I have told her never to come here.” Mr. Van Der Lann would say no more about Mrs. Gabriel. As it now was growing dusk, he told Vevi he would take her home in his car. “When you see the other Brownies, let them know that their wooden shoes will be ready for them by tomorrow night,” he said as he dropped her off at her doorstep. “Also, unless it rains again, there will be tulips for the booth which is to be decorated.” Now that Mrs. Langley’s flower show was close at hand, the Brownie Scouts dropped all other activities. Miss Gordon and Miss Mohr had obtained Dutch girl costumes for the girls. A carpenter on the Langley estate helped out by making a booth for the organization to use. It was set up on the lawn not far from the greenhouse where the flowers were to be judged. On the day before the show, the Brownies all hiked out to Windmill Farm. Their wooden shoes were ready for them, and all were a perfect fit. Mr. Van Der Lann was too busy picking tulips to talk to the children. He left word with his housekeeper though, that they were to have all the flowers they needed. Hanny helped the Brownies choose the blooms they wanted. “My, I wish we had a tulip bed,” Vevi remarked. “Miss Mohr, could the Brownie Scouts have a little plot of ground at the library?”