But now the cross-stitched pillow was held up by the auctioneer.
“How much am I offered for this bit of fluff?” he asked the crowd.
Without stopping to think, Veve shouted: “A dollar!”
The money was every cent she had brought with her.
Connie tugged at her sleeve. “Dope!” she chided. “The pillow isn’t worth it. Why you could buy a chair with a dollar!”
“I don’t want a chair,” retorted Veve in a voice so loud that persons nearby heard her. “I want that pillow.”
No one else bid. The auctioneer now was hastening to be done with the sale.
“Sold to the little girl in the blue dress!” he called. “Catch!”
The auctioneer tossed the pillow directly into her arms.
“I know what I’ll do with this,” Veve declared, well pleased with her purchase. “I’ll keep it in our tree house.”