“We’re not having any Mexican blankets!” Eileen replied firmly. “I should say not! The pickers took our quilt!”
“I don’t see it anywhere,” Veve said, her gaze sweeping the camp. “Maybe you were wrong about it.”
Eileen shook her head. “Miss Gordon saw it too,” she insisted. “It must be somewhere in the camp.”
The three girls walked on a few steps. Coming to a clump of bushes, they halted there.
Without being seen they could view everything that went on in the camp.
Everyone seemed to be very happy. Several of the little boys and girls were playing with a shaggy dog. Veve saw Juan sitting with his back to an oak tree. The little boy was carving a figure from a block of wood.
“I don’t believe the crazy quilt is here,” Veve announced.
She was ready to turn around and return to the parked automobile.
Eileen, however, insisted that she had seen the quilt.