“Hurry! Hurry!” the Brownies called to Veve.
She leaped a little ditch and reached the side of the truck, quite breathless.
Reaching down, the Brownies hauled her, quilt and all, over the side.
Bill Flint started ahead an instant later. The thunder of the big truck engine was so loud for several minutes that Veve could not make herself heard.
Soon, however, the truck had caught up with those ahead. Then it slowed to a standstill again.
“Veve McGuire! You nearly gave us heart failure!” Jane accused crossly. “You stayed and stayed at that house on the hill, and paid no attention when we yelled for you to come!”
“I ran as fast as I could. Anyway, I got a quilt.”
“Let’s see it,” Sunny urged. “Is it real pretty?”
Veve was careful not to answer the question. She spread the quilt out for the girls to see.