The Brownies without saying any more began to put on their shoes and stockings.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you girls away,” the land owner tried to reassure them. “Wade here whenever you like.”
“I don’t want to stay if Juan can’t,” Veve said.
Until now, Miss Gordon had taken no part in the conversation.
“I really think it is time that we leave,” she said. “Bill Flint soon will be returning in the truck.”
The girls quickly put on their shoes and stockings and started up the trail to the road. Once beyond hearing of the beach owner they were very outspoken.
“It was mean of him to send Juan away,” Veve declared. “Why, he wasn’t making any trouble or doing anything he shouldn’t.”
“The man just doesn’t like Mexican pickers!” added Connie. “I wonder why?”
“I wonder myself,” said Miss Gordon. “So many persons seem to have that attitude. As far as I’ve observed, the pickers appear to be a group of quiet, well-behaved people.”
The Brownies had reached the roadway. Bill Flint was not yet in sight with the truck.