Maya started humming again. “ . . . cloudy day . . . sunny . . . makes a bee think of honey . . .”
“Honey?”
“ . . . Starts you asking a daisy . . . what to do . . . what to do . . .”
Maya stopped singing and stared at Gabby wide-eyed. “DAISIES!”
“The daisies by the information desk!” cried out Gabby already on Maya’s heels as the girls spun and ran toward the bouquet.
“Just a minute there! Just a minute, young ladies,” said the mustachioed man as the girls began peeking and pawing into the large bunch of flowers.
“Sorry. We don’t mean to ruin your flowers,” Maya apologized as she wiped petals from the top of the counter. “We’re just looking for a clue.”
The man took an irritated breath and cleared his throat. “A clue? In a bouquet of daisies?”
“We’re dealing with a Jersey Devil, sir!” cried Gabby. “Anything is possible.”
The man folded his arms in front of his chest and gave a stern stare. “Well, I assure you, there is nothing in those flowers. They were delivered just this morning.”
The girls looked at one another, then back to the man behind the desk. “Did a card come with that delivery?” asked Maya.
“A card? . . . Um . . . well . . . actually . . . I believe there was a card. Hmmm . . . Now where did I put it?” Maya and Gabby watched as he shuffled papers below the counter. “Ah, yes. Here it is. If I recall correctly it was a rather insipid little note but—”
Maya gulped. “May we read it? . . . Please?”
The man straightened his bowtie and sighed. “An irregular request but I suppose I might allow you a brief peek if—”
“Thank you-thank you-thank you!” Maya said reaching for the little white envelope and taking it from his hands.
