Seeing the two girls, Miss Brimborough moved directly toward them.
“Good evening,” she said, addressing Veve. “Here is something for you.”
She handed over the awkward-shaped bundle.
“It is my dogwood blossom quilt,” she explained to the startled Veve. “After you left that day, I thought how selfish it was of me to refuse to let you have the quilt. The Brownies, I am told, are highly responsible. So here it is, my dear.”
“Oh, thank you!” Veve gasped.
She and Connie took the quilt to add to the display. They spread it out very carefully, for they knew that Miss Brimborough would hate to have it soiled.
“I have three entries now!” Veve laughed. “The autograph quilt, the Mexican blanket, and now this one!”
A car had driven up to the curb. Connie saw the driver alight, and scarcely could believe her eyes.
“Why, it’s Harold McLean, president of the Rosedale Chamber of Commerce!” she whispered in awe. “He’s terribly important.”