In the front seat of the truck, Miss Gordon had turned around to see what was wrong.
“May I see your quilt, Veve?” she asked kindly.
The little girl nodded and handed it over in a lumpy roll. She felt ashamed of the quilt now, and wished that she never had accepted it even as a gift. The girls never would get over teasing her!
Miss Gordon examined the quilt for a moment without comment. Jane and Eileen openly tittered.
“Why, Veve!” the Brownie leader said unexpectedly. “What a lovely old quilt! It’s the only one of its type we have for our show.”
The tears stopped trickling down Veve’s nose. She did not trust herself to answer. Did Miss Gordon really like the quilt or was she only trying to be kind?
“The quilt’s old enough!” giggled Jane. “It must have come over in the Ark!”
Miss Gordon gazed at the little girl most severely.
“Jane, I’m afraid you’re not a very good judge of quilts,” she said. “One can’t always judge by the brightness of the colors, you know.”
“Is the quilt really good enough to be in our exhibit?” Veve asked, taking hope.