"Wow!" Cole exclaimed. "That's awesome, Nathan.
The judges really like your painting!"
But Patrick was frowning at Owen.
"Are you sure you heard the judges right?" he demanded.
"Did they mention my painting?"
Owen shrugged. "Not while I was listening."
Maggie smirked. "Too bad, Patrick," she said.
"Come on, guys. We'd better get back to the lemonade stand."
Henry and Cole followed her.
"Do you think Nathan might actually win?" Cole asked.
Henry shrugged. "He might. His painting is really good."
Near the lemonade stand the fiddler had finished his performance.
Now several bongo drummers were setting up their equipment on the bandstand.
"It looks like we don't have any customers," Cole said.
"Want to check out the crafts fair?"
"Sure," Henry said.
"Okay," Maggie agreed. "But we shouldn't stay away for long.
We'll probably have more customers when the music starts up again."
The crafts fair was crowded and colorful.
There were lots of interesting handmade items for sale everywhere Henry looked.
Some of the booths featured demonstrations or classes too.
Henry stopped to watch a woman churning butter by hand.
Meanwhile Maggie waved at someone in the basket-weaving booth across the way.
"Look," Maggie said. "There's Hannah."
A dark-haired girl was sitting on a stool, weaving grasses into the shape of a large, flat basket.
She looked up when The Lemonade Detectives approached.
"Oh hi," Hannah said, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
"It's the lemonade gang."
"Hi." Maggie smiled at Hannah, looking at the basket in Hannah's lap.
"Your parents have a booth every year, don't they?"
Hannah nodded. "They look forward to Belltown Arts Day all year.
They love showing off their baskets and teaching people about weaving."
She pointed into the booth.
Her parents were helping a young boy weave a small, round basket.
Henry stepped inside.
The booth was filled with baskets of every size, shape, and color.
"Wow," Henry said. "These baskets are really cool."
Cole grinned. "Look, this one has a picture of a cat woven into it," he said.
"Just like Nathan's painting! Did you make it, Hannah?"
She nodded. "I love cats."
"You should enter it in the art show," said Maggie.
Hannah frowned. "No way.
Those snobby art people don't want anything from the crafts booths in their contest.
That's why the organizers made sure the crafts show was stuck way over here at the opposite end of the park."
Henry was surprised. Hannah sounded really annoyed.
"Not all artists are snobby," Maggie reminded Hannah.
"Our friend Nathan is really nice.
He's a painter who might win the Under Twelve category this year."
Hannah shrugged. "Whatever," she muttered, staring at the basket in her lap.
Cole was digging through a bin full of small, colorful baskets.
"Hey, how much is this one?" he asked, holding up one of the baskets.
"I just remembered my mom's birthday is next week.
She loves handmade stuff like this."
Hannah told him the price, and Cole dug some money out of his pocket.
Meanwhile Maggie grabbed Henry's phone to check the time.
"Come on, you guys," she said as Hannah slipped Cole's basket into a small shopping bag.
"We should get back to the lemonade stand."
"Okay," Henry said. "See you, Hannah."
"Bye," Hannah said. "Maybe I'll come by for some lemonade later if I have time."
Back at the lemonade stand, Henry and the others were busy for a while serving thirsty customers.
They knew all the customers. But then a stranger appeared.
She was a very tall, very thin woman dressed in a shiny green dress.
Her bright red hair was piled high atop her head and held in place with sparkly barrettes.
Enormous white-framed sunglasses covered half her face.
"One lemonade, please," she said, setting a quarter on the table.
"Coming right up." Henry picked up a pitcher. "And welcome to Belltown."
The woman peered at him over the top of her sunglasses.
Her eyes were suspicious. "What do you mean by that?" she demanded.
"How do you know I don't live here?"
Henry traded a surprised look with Maggie and Cole.
"It was a guess," Henry replied. "Because we know almost everybody in town."
"Yeah," Cole added. "Belltown is not very big."
"How did you hear about Belltown Arts Day?" Maggie asked the woman.
"I didn't think it was very famous."
"Famous? What would someone like you know about being famous?" the woman snapped.
Suddenly she spun around and rushed away.
Cole stared after her. "What a weirdo!"
"Yeah." Maggie picked up the quarter the woman had left.
"She didn't even wait for her lemonade."
Henry didn't answer.
He'd just noticed Nathan rushing toward them, looking very upset.
Nathan skidded to a stop in front of the stand.
"My painting," he cried. "It's gone!"