“Not now it doesn’t. But one never can tell at this season of year. However, I’m not borrowing trouble.”
The Brownies were rather sorry that for them the cherry picking had ended. Although the work had been hard, they had enjoyed it. Likewise, they had earned considerable money. They wondered if Mr. Hooper would speak of that.
Already the orchard owner was consulting the cards in his filing cabinet.
“You’ll have to wait while I figure out how much I owe you girls,” he said. “Shall I make out the sum in one check or several?”
“To the organization,” Connie told him. “How much have we earned?”
“That’s hard to say off-hand. Counting the work your mothers did, it will come to more than fifty dollars. Maybe sixty.”
“Sixty dollars!” gasped Eileen. “Why, the Brownies are rich!”
“That’s the most money our organization ever made,” Connie added proudly. “And we still have our quilt to sell.”
She told Mr. Hooper about the festival which the Brownies planned to have the next day.
“If you aren’t too busy here at the orchard, we would like you to attend,” she invited him.