Veve and Connie enjoyed greeting the guests. Very soon, people began to arrive.
At first only the parents came, but presently others began to straggle in. The table where cherry pie was served became very popular.
“Dear me, I never dreamed so many persons would attend our festival on such short notice,” Miss Gordon whispered to Connie’s mother. “Do you suppose we will have enough cherry pies to serve everyone?”
After that, the mothers cut the pies into smaller pieces. The Brownies did not take any and neither did Miss Gordon.
“Oh, see who’s coming!” Veve said suddenly, nudging Connie.
A tall woman in a stiff sailor hat was walking briskly down the street.
Under her arm was a large bundle.
“Who is she?” Connie whispered, for she did not recognize the woman.
“It’s Miss Adelia Brimborough,” Veve said in an undertone. “She wouldn’t lend me her quilt for the show. I think she has nerve to come here now.”