“I’ll hoot like an owl,” Veve promised.
“I think a simple wave of the hand would be better,” Mrs. Webber said, smiling. “But don’t signal unless you are certain the quilt is there, and that it belongs to the Brownies.”
Veve, Connie and Eileen were very pleased with the arrangement. The other Brownies, who must wait at the car, were less happy. They did not want to miss anything.
The three girls set off through the woods. A narrow trail wound in among the trees and led directly to the camp.
Drawing fairly close, Veve, Connie and Eileen paused to see what was ahead.
In the camp, Mexican children were romping over the grass, having a happy time. Near one of the tents, a Mexican woman with a bright orange apron was cooking supper. She seemed to be making cakes from ground corn and meat.
“Oh, that smells good,” declared Eileen, sniffing the air.
Nearby, another woman sat at a loom, weaving a black and white woolen blanket. The pattern was very beautiful.
“Wouldn’t that one look lovely in our quilt show,” Veve whispered.