“Like fun you could,” scoffed Jane Tuttle. “Where is Clove Road anyhow?”
“Just at the edge of town,” supplied Connie. “I’ve seen the Wingate Farm too. We drove past it one Sunday afternoon when the cherries were in bloom. Oh, the orchard was pretty then!”
“Cherry picking might not be so bad,” spoke up Sunny Davidson. “And we could earn money fast.”
Miss Gordon waited until the Brownies had talked about the matter for a while. Then she said:
“Girls, not for anything would I discourage you in any of your plans. However, I think cherry picking might be very hard work. Perhaps more tiring than sewing quilt blocks.”
“It would be exciting though,” Veve cut in quickly. “We’d earn a lot of money too for our troop.”
“I’m a little afraid the advertisement may have been intended for grownups,” the Brownie Scout leader went on.
“You mean they wouldn’t take children as pickers?” Veve asked, her disappointment keen. “Why, we’d be good at it.”
“I’m sure you would, dear. It’s possible they’d take Brownies, but—”
“Then why don’t we do it?” Veve broke in before the teacher could finish. She was eager to have the matter decided at once.