“It’s probably been taken inside one of those tents,” she declared. “Let’s walk into camp and look.”
“Miss Gordon warned us not to make any trouble,” Connie reminded her friend. “And so did your mother.”
“We don’t have to make any trouble or accuse anyone. Can’t we just wander in and peep around?”
Veve and Connie were not too pleased over the proposal. Nevertheless, they followed their friend as she walked on.
As the three girls stepped out from amid the trees, several of the Mexican children saw them. Juan put aside his whittling knife and sprang to his feet.
“Chiquita! Carmen! Raul!” he called. “We have visitors.”
Two little Mexican girls and a small boy who looked like Juan, came running.
“My brothers and sisters,” Juan introduced them to the Brownies. “They are very pleased to meet you.”
The three children bowed politely and smiled.
Veve, Eileen and Connie scarcely could think of anything to say in return. The children were so friendly they knew it would be awkward to say anything about the quilt.