The Brownies knew that the boy’s complaint was a just one. That very day, he had been driven away from the same beach where they had been permitted to wade. They hardly knew what to say.
“But you are my friends,” Juan finished warmly. “Come, I will show you some of the beautiful lacework my mother brought from Mexico.”
He led the three girls to a nearby tent. Veve was the first to peer inside as he pulled back the flap.
The little girl drew in her breath sharply. A brown Mexican baby was playing on the floor of the tent. The infant lay upon a quilt of many colors—unmistakably, the lost Brownie coverlet!
CHAPTER 12
A Quilt Show
FOR a long moment, no one said a word. Veve, Connie and Eileen merely stared at the Mexican baby and their crazy quilt.
Then Eileen reached down and turned back one corner of the coverlet.
Just as she had feared, the Brownie troop name was stitched in the corner.
“This is our quilt,” she said, looking hard at Juan. “It is the one we lost.”