Neither Veve nor Connie could guess, but they were very much interested.
“What did you see?” Connie demanded.
“Our quilt!”
“Not the Brownie crazy quilt?” Connie asked, scarcely believing the astonishing news.
“I’m sure it was! Miss Gordon saw it too, but she wouldn’t say for certain that it was our missing quilt. She thought there might be a mistake. But I’m sure it was the same one!”
The news had caused both Veve and Connie to become rather excited. Since the disappearance of the crazy quilt they had asked many persons if they ever had seen the coverlet. No one had noticed it. So the Brownies were convinced that they never would find the quilt again.
“You found our quilt!” Veve said, clutching Eileen’s arm. “Where?”
“This will really slay you,” Eileen declared. “Of all places—”
“Well, tell us!” Veve broke in impatiently.
“I’m trying to if you’ll give me time.” Eileen paused for dramatic effect, and then said impressively: “It was at the Mexican camp. Veve, I guess your little friend, Juan, isn’t so honest after all!”