“It’s Carl Wingate!” Veve muttered in an undertone. “Now who invited him?”
“I’m sure I didn’t.”
“Nor I.”
“Eileen must have done it that day she rode back on the Wingate truck from the canning factory. Oh, dear, and we’re running out of pie too. I don’t feel like being nice to him.”
“We must though, Veve. We’re the official greeters.”
The two Brownies went forward to speak to the orchard owner. He did not seem to remember them or to recall that he had refused to give them a job.
After that several women came who had donated quilts for the show. Everyone admired the fine coverlets on display. The Brownies were kept busy explaining about the different patterns, and showing their own crazy quilt.
“I wish Pa Hooper would come and bring our check,” Connie remarked as the evening wore on. “But I guess he isn’t coming.”
“Maybe it’s just as well,” Veve hinted. “With Mr. Wingate here, they might not get along together. I don’t see why he had to come.”