Instead of having a worthless coverlet, she now was the possessor of one that was the equal of any of the others obtained for the Brownie show. Best of all, it was her very own.
The truck was moving ahead again. Soon it came to the gate of the canning factory.
“Hi there, Bill Flint!” the gateman greeted the driver. “I see you have a full load. All those kids yours?”
“Wish they were,” laughed Bill.
The truck kept edging along closer and closer to the cannery.
At the unloading dock, all the Brownies piled out of the vehicle. An inspector came over to look at the lugs of cherries.
“These are plenty ripe,” he said. From one box he removed a cherry which had turned brown and split open.
“Too much rain,” replied Bill. “And Mr. Hooper can’t get enough pickers.”
“Well, tell him we’ll reject the fruit if it comes in too ripe,” the inspector said. “He’ll be wise to round up pickers and get the job done fast.”