“Where’s our quilt?” Veve demanded, jumping out of the car. “I don’t see it anywhere.”
“It was hanging between the trees only a few hours ago,” Eileen insisted. “Some of the Mexicans must have taken it down.”
Mrs. Webber advised the girls not to approach the camp too boldly. She did not know how they might be received by the Mexican pickers.
“Why can’t Eileen and Connie and I go on ahead and see if we can find the quilt,” Veve proposed. “If it’s there, we’ll signal for the rest of you to come on.”
“I want to go too,” announced Jane. She was afraid she might be cut out of some of the excitement.
“Four would be too many,” Veve insisted. “We’d be certain to attract attention.”
Mrs. Webber said she could see no point in all of the Brownies descending upon the camp. The girls were so excited, she feared they might make remarks which would offend the Mexicans.
Favoring Veve’s proposal, she gave the three girls permission to go on ahead.
“Now remember, it hasn’t been proven that the quilt belongs to the Brownies. Or that it actually was stolen,” she cautioned the trio. “Don’t make any trouble. Just notice if the quilt is anywhere in camp. And if it is, signal.”