“Of course it is,” Eileen told him, pointing to the Brownie name. “That’s the name of our organization.”
“Brownies?” Juan appeared to consider the name an odd one.
“It’s a national organization,” Connie said proudly. “When we’re too old to be Brownies we’ll ‘fly up’ and be Girl Scouts.”
“We try to help others,” Veve explained. “That’s why we started picking cherries at Mr. Hooper’s orchard.”
“And the quilt?” Juan asked.
“We pieced it, expecting to sell it at a quilt show,” Eileen answered. “Instead, we—we lost it. Miss Gordon left it under an oak tree on Mr. Hooper’s place, and the next thing we knew, it was gone.”
“Now we find it here!” Connie said severely. “Juan, did you really find our quilt blown against the fence?”
“Si, Senorita, I truly did,” Juan replied, becoming a bit excited. “I would not steal. Do you not believe me?”
“I do,” said Veve instantly. “Now that I think back, a strong gust of wind did come up that day. It could have blown the coverlet against the wire fence.”
Juan picked up his baby sister and moved her off the quilt.