“Am I?” he replied. “The flower show is washed up--finished. This rain was the last straw. I’m getting out of this hick town for good.” “Rosedale is nice,” Vevi answered. “It’s not a hick town--” She had no chance to say more. Just then the light changed to green again. The cab sped on, disappearing down the street. Crossing the street, Vevi went on to the library. She glanced quickly toward the flower bed. To her disappointment, it appeared exactly as it had the previous night. Dirt was scattered everywhere on the grass and so were the broken tulip bulbs. “I guess Peter Van Der Lann was joking about magic,” she thought. “Nothing is changed.” All of the Brownies except Hanny had arrived at the library ahead of Vevi. As soon as she came into the story room, Miss Gordon and Miss Mohr signaled for silence. “Girls,” the librarian announced, “we have all been invited to Peter’s--I mean to Mr. Van Der Lann’s home for a little outing. This rain has rather spoiled our plans, but I’m sure we’ll have a fine time in any event.” “Will we have to walk?” Rosemary asked, rather dismayed. “I didn’t bring my umbrella or a raincoat.” Miss Mohr assured the girls that the nurseryman would come for them in his truck. He was expected at any moment. “He’s here now,” reported Connie a moment later. She had been watching from the window. “He’s driving up in front.” “Come girls,” urged Miss Gordon. “We mustn’t keep him waiting.” The Brownies put on their coats and went outside. “Why, it’s stopped raining!” cried Jane, holding up her hand to see if she could catch any drops. “The sun is trying to peek through a cloud.” “We’ll have a fine day yet!” exclaimed Sunny. “Hurrah for Windmill Farm!” Mr. Van Der Lann helped the children into the truck. Miss Mohr and the Brownie leader rode up front. During the ride to the farm, the nurseryman was in very high spirits. He declared that everything had gone extremely well for him and for Hanny. “Now that I have won first prize for the Golden Beauty tulip, nearly everyone wants to buy my stock of bulbs,” he said. “I have arranged to sell them all to one eastern dealer at a very high price.” “I will get to stay in America,” added Hanny happily. Mr. Van Der Lann had arranged a pleasant afternoon for the Brownies at Windmill Farm. He told the girls they might pick all the tulips they liked, ride in the dog cart and even in the boat. “Not the boat,” laughed Vevi. “It leaks.” “Oh, I repaired it yesterday,” the nurseryman assured her. “Mr. and Mrs. Mattox will not annoy you either, should you drift past their place. The sheriff took them to jail today for questioning.” “Then it has been established that they aided Mrs. Gabriel?” questioned Miss Gordon. “Yes, they worked with her in smuggling gems into this country from Holland. I long suspected it, but could prove nothing and so remained quiet.” “I guess the Brownies were pretty smart to catch Mrs. Gabriel digging up the tulips!” Vevi chuckled.