“Let’s go to the Mexican camp this minute!” Jane urged.
“Hold on,” interposed Pa Hooper. “Who’s staying here to pick cherries? This afternoon I’m not getting ’em stripped fast enough to keep the truckers busy.”
Miss Gordon arrived just then and she too was in favor of the girls continuing with their picking.
“If the quilt really is ours, it will be at the camp later on,” she advised. “We can finish our picking, and stop there on our way home.”
“Will we have the Mexicans arrested?” Eileen demanded.
“That remains to be seen,” Miss Gordon answered. “The important thing is to be certain that the quilt is ours before we say any more about the matter. It would be dreadful to accuse someone and then learn that we had been mistaken.”
The Brownies were willing to be guided by the teacher’s suggestion. All returned to the orchard where they picked steadily for the next two hours.
During the afternoon, however, they could talk of little except the missing quilt.
“If we get it back, we’ll have a truly grand quilt show!” Sunny Davidson declared gaily. “Has it been decided for sure when we’re to have the display?”