“Did you invite him, Connie?”
“No, I didn’t. Maybe he saw one of the posters. You greet him.”
“No, you,” Veve insisted, hanging back. “I don’t know what to say.”
Miss Gordon herself came forward to welcome the Chamber of Commerce president. She was as surprised as the Brownies to see him there.
“Well, well, WELL,” said Mr. McLean in a hearty voice. “A cherry festival in full swing, eh? I saw your lighted lanterns and couldn’t resist stopping. I always was a push-over for cherry pie.”
“Then do have a large piece,” invited Miss Gordon. She escorted him to the nearby table.
Mr. McLean ate one piece of pie and then asked for another.
“We’re certain to run out if this keeps on,” Connie whispered anxiously. “And see! Someone else is coming.”
Another automobile, one which the girls were certain they had seen before, had driven up to the churchyard.
The driver stepped out and looked around. As the light shone on his face, both Veve and Connie recognized him.