Lucy carefully carried the map downstairs, spreading it out on the big kitchen table. The kitchen smelled ever so good, of cinnamon and warm, crusty loaves, but Lucy’s eyes were fixed on the map.
As she peered closer, a tiny, soft light, no bigger than a dewdrop, suddenly appeared on the map! It glowed gently, right near the village bakery, then flickered and disappeared. Lucy blinked. Had she imagined it?
She waited. And waited. Soon, another tiny light, a 'Glow-Dot' as she decided to call it, popped up near old Mr. Henderson’s house. 'I say!' Lucy thought, 'This is extraordinary!'
Lucy decided to investigate. She pulled on her coat and, clutching the map, skipped down the lane as fast as her legs could carry her, her red boots splashing happily in puddles. When she reached Mr. Henderson's garden, she peeked over the fence. The Glow-Dot on her map shone brightly, pointing to a patch of overgrown weeds.
Just then, Mr. Henderson, with his spectacles perched on his nose, came out to water his prize-winning marigolds. He looked tired. Lucy saw a small, muddy trowel leaning against his fence, and a tiny patch of weeds near it had been neatly pulled. Someone had started weeding his garden for him, but had stopped.
As soon as Mr. Henderson appeared, the Glow-Dot on Lucy's map winked out. Completely gone! Lucy frowned. She looked around, but saw no one else. 'Perhaps,' she mumbled to herself, 'the Glow-Dots only shine when the helper is a secret.'