“Oh, we can’t take all these things!” Connie protested. “All we want is our own quilt back again.”
“You are my friends,” Juan said, flashing his warm smile. “Keep the presents. They are mere trifles.”
He told the girls again that he was sorry he had taken the quilt by mistake.
“There’s an old saying that it’s an ill wind that blows no one good,” Connie laughed. “That old wind that carried our quilt off, certainly brought us luck.”
The girls knew that Mrs. Webber and the Brownies were waiting at the roadside. So reluctantly they bade Juan good-bye. They were sorry they did not have longer to stay at the Mexican camp, for everyone seemed very friendly.
“You must come again soon,” Juan invited cordially.
The three girls promised that they would return. They really meant it too, for the camp was a most interesting place.
“We are having a quilt show and a cherry festival Friday night on the church grounds,” Veve informed the little Mexican boy. “Our crazy quilt will be sold to the highest bidder.”
“A cherry festival,” Juan said, his eyes dancing. “Will there be music?”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Veve admitted. “We will have lots of fun though and make money.” Impulsively, she added: “You must be sure to come, Juan. And bring all your friends.”