“What am I bid for this fine Brownie quilt?” he asked the crowd. “Who will start it? Five dollars? Five dollars? Who will bid five dollars?”
A woman who lived on Rosemary’s street, raised her hand.
“Five dollars! Who will make it ten?” shouted Connie’s father.
At once Mr. Davidson nodded his head. Then the first lady bid fifteen dollars.
Mr. Davidson dropped out of the bidding, but Mr. McLean said he would pay twenty dollars for the quilt.
The Brownies were very proud. Twenty dollars for a quilt! Their quilt!
“Twenty dollars!” Mr. Williams shouted, trying to get the bid even higher. “Do I hear twenty-five?”
He looked directly at the woman who had offered fifteen. But she seemed to have lost interest.
Everyone else had stopped bidding except Mr. McLean.